True story.
My brother was diagnosed with Leukemia when he was 3 months old. He spent 3 years at Stanford, undergoing treatment after treatment. An intravenous line running out his chest and directly into his heart. No cure in sight, this was 20 years ago after all, there was little hope.
It was then that my Great Grandmother took a handkerchief to her Church and asked that everyone present place their hand on the cloth and to pray for my Brother.
My Great Grandmother and a priest brought the handkerchief to the hospital, they laid it upon my Brothers stomach (during leukemia the spleen swells) and they all held hands and prayed over him.
6 months later he was cured. He came home. They said that the experimental drugs they used on him would cause a weakness of his heart. They were wrong.
For all intents and purposes there is nothing wrong with his health, even now, 20 years later. I'm not sure what it all means... But it is true.
How do you tell a person that they do not know what the future may be?