"The hyssop and The Cedars" is a book about health during our past most recent man-made Apocalypse : occasionally it is about doctors and pharmaceuticals, but mostly it is not.
For the truth is that *food* was the only medicine in really desperate short supply during WWII.
Truth is that 'a warm meal, a warm bed and a warm smile' is all most of us ever need to reach our three score and ten.
After that, we generally do need the help of hospital beds and the pharmaceutical firms.
But let us also never forget the warm smile.