“I like modern medicine. You can see it, touch it. Once you find the problem, you treat it,” Lawler said, his tone straightforward. “Not like traditional medicine, where diagnoses don’t really have a scientific basis, and treatments drag on so long that the patient might not even live to see any results.”
You could hear the bitterness in his voice.
“Someone in your family died before they could be cured, right?” Claire didn’t hesitate to call him out.
Lawler fell silent. That was all the answer she needed.
“Not every traditional doctor is like the one you met, and not every illness has a cure,” she said quietly. “Are you sure that, with your mother’s condition at the time, modern medicine could have saved her?”
The question made Lawler pause. He remembered the hospital saying that, with the technology back then, they couldn’t operate on his mom. They’d suggested taking her abroad. Her doctor’s mentor was a well-known expert overseas and was willing to help. The foreign expert couldn’t guarantee success, but her odds would have been better than staying here.
But his dad had been stubborn. He thought modern medicine wasn’t as good as traditional medicine and wanted to treat her himself.
And in the end?
His mom died waiting. He’d watched her suffer, helpless, until the very end. That memory left a scar, and ever since, he’d carried a deep bias against traditional medicine.
“There were no guarantees, but it had to be better than watching my mom go through all that,” Lawler said, his voice tight with conviction.
“What if she hadn’t survived the surgery?” Claire countered, her tone sharp.
Barry stepped in, hoping to calm things down. “Claire’s right. Surgery carries huge risks. It’s understandable that your father didn’t want your mother to go through that.”
“And what about your mother’s wishes?”
“Did she actually want to go abroad for treatment?”
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