Prayer to Apollo Against Cancer

Apollo, God of the Logos,
of the Truth that is behind the form,
whose lyre sings forth harmony.
God of the pattern that is,
and thus of the shape that should be:
you are rightly called Great Healer,
returning life to its proper place,
setting it firmly within the natural Order of things.
Rain down your unfailing arrows on this illness;
pierce the crab's hard shell,
cut it cleanly about its edges,
drive straight through its heart and carry it away,
leaving a purified body behind.
I have always revered the Logos, Son of Leto,
and dedicated myself to it.
You know that, God of the Bow,
so when I pour out this libation in your honor
I know you will look kindly on me and answer my prayer.