I remember my early years in the church. We were there three times a week and on Wednesday evenings the prayer lists were a foot and a half long. Every family had a member, a friend or knew someone who was dying from heart disease or cancer. Usually the first heart attack took a person out but those who survived it lasted another year or two as an invalid, weak and depressed. Cancer patients had one choice...surgery. After the procedure the tumor usually metastici ed and the cancer spread. That's all there was. Many closed casket services were held because the deceased was nothing more than a skin covered skeleton. One big foreman I had on the job lost down from 210 pounds to less than 100 pounds. People prayed till their knees were bloody and the objects of their prayers suffered and died anyway. There's no telling how many hundreds of billions of prayers were actually documented during the 40's and 50's. Now with sophisticated electronic diagnostic systems, diet control, stents, bypasses, pacemakers, stem cells, radiation, chemo etc. the same kind of patients live into their 80's and often their 90's. Either ol' Gawd wasn't listening or he does not give a phiddler's phuck.