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The Suppression of Alternative Medical Therapies 119
would survive our treatment. I was less pessimistic. Bending over the bed,
I said with deep conviction:
"Sarge, if you help us we'll pull you through. You can get well. It
depends on how hard you fight. Do you understand me"
He was too weak to reply verbally, but I was sure I detected a responsive
flicker in his dull, faded eyes.
Dr. Harris and Dr. Murphy watched intently as I applied a thick coating
of the yellow powder to the gaping lesion, and Dr. Miller put a dressing
over it. We left a bottle of our internal medicine with directions that
the patient receive a teaspoonful three times per day, and advised the two
doctors that we would be back in a week to administer another treatment.
On our way back to Taylorville, Dr. Miller observed: "If we pull this
one through, it'll be a miracle!"
I patted his arm. "Don't worry, Doc. Mrs. Stroud looked even worse
when I first saw her, and she recovered. We've given Mannix hope. He'll
fight for his life now. And that's half the battle."
My confidence was justified in full.
Within two weeks the surface of the pustulant sore turned black and started
to dry, a sure sign that our medicine was working on the malignancy.
Within four weeks a hard crust had formed, the cancer was shrinking
and pulling away at the edges from the normal tissue. Moreover the rapid
improvement in the patient's general physical condition amazed all who
saw him. He was able to sit up now, his eyes were bright and alert and the
pain had vanished, he no longer needed morphine to sustain him, his
appetite had returned, he was beginning to pick up weight.
Two weeks later he was walking around, taking care of his physical
needs, champing at the bit and impatient to get back to work. When he
saw us he chortled:
"I guess we fooled 'em, didn't we, Doc Can't wait to get back to the
station house and see the look on the faces of the boys. They was all set
to give me an Inspector's funeral."
His daughter Kate Mannix, a registered nurse who had assisted in the
care of her father, stopped us in the corridor to express the gratitude of the
family.
"We feel just as if he's been raised from the dead," she declared. "We'd
given up hope. Anyone who's seen a loved one dying of cancer will know
what a nightmare we've been through. Now we're just about the happiest
people on earth. We'll remember you in all our prayers. And if there's any
other way we can show our appreciation, please let us know."
To me these simple, heartfelt words were the richest reward any man
could ask.
That same day we informed Dr. Harris that necrosis of the cancerous