“Okay!” Jack said suddenly when he felt the affair had gone on a bit too long, and he pulled JJ back from Jamilla’s touch. “That’s terrific! Thank you very much!” He picked up the money, handed it to Jamilla, then started for the door. All of a sudden he wanted to be away, to forget the situation. He knew that his actions were motivated by desperation, just like that of other desperate patients forced into the hands of alternative medicine. But the reason Jack wanted to get back out to the car quickly was because he was afraid he was about to cry.

All right,” Dr. Urit Effron said. He was on the full-time staff of the Hadassah University Hospital in Ein Kerem, Jerusalem. “Here come the images from the Siemens E-Cam, and we’ll have a better idea why your son’s urine yesterday was normal for catecholamine metabolites.”

Jack and Laurie strained forward. Both were intensely interested. The previous day, leaving the town of Tsur Baher, they’d driven back to Jerusalem, where they decided to go to the emergency room at the Hadassah hospital. The episode with the faith healer had started them talking about JJ, especially since he’d been acting so normal. What they had decided to do was see if they could get an antibody level for mouse proteins done while they were on the road so that they could recommence treatment as soon as they got home.

What they learned was that they would have to return to Memorial in New York City for that test, but the pediatric oncology resident who saw them offered to do the blood tests available to see how active JJ’s tumors were in light of his doing so well. To everyone’s astonishment, particularly his parents, the results had come back normal. At that point the resident had offered to repeat the definitive test for neuroblastoma called an MIBG scan.

Having learned a significant amount about the test and its risks and benefits when JJ had been diagnosed, both Jack and Laurie were eager to repeat it. They wanted to know where they stood after the first go-round with treatment at Memorial hospital. After the injection of the short-half-life radioactive iodine the day before, they had returned for the scan to be done. At that moment, the first images were coming from the machine.

“Well, there you go,” Dr. Effron said, “the homovanillic acid and the vanillylmandelic acid were normal because there are no more tumors.”

Jack and Laurie ventured a glance at each other. Neither wanted to speak, lest the trance they were in would burst and they’d be forced back to reality. It seemed JJ had been cured!

“This is very good news indeed,” Dr. Effron said, looking up from the screen to make certain the parents had heard. “Three cheers for Memorial. Your son’s one of the lucky ones.”