Most of us only go to the doctor when we’re not feeling well. You read old magazines in the waiting room, pony up your insurance company’s co-pay, answer a stream of seemingly endless questions, and put up with being poked and prodded. And for enduring all of this, you expect something in return. More often than not, that something is a piece of paper with a prescription scrawled on it. You don’t usually worry much about what’s in the medicine that the doctor has prescribed, as long as it gets you feeling like yourself again. You trust that the doctor knows what’s best.
But how much does that trust play into the healing process?