My dad has recently been diagnosed with secondary liver cancer. He was supposed to have it surgically removed, but during the operation they found that it had spread, so has just started chemotherapy. I’ve never been a religious person, as I strongly believe in science, but I’ve found myself praying for him. Not to a God, as I don’t believe that there is one, but when I’m going around my daily routine, in my head I pray that he will recover from this, and that we wont lose him. And now I understand why people strongly believe in God - because it gives them something when they have nothing else left. Maybe that something is hope, or maybe its a piece of mind, but whatever it is, its comforting.