When I was a child, my mother had severe pneumonia. She was in hospital for weeks. Chest drains and everything. But she wasn't improving, and imaging showed a large collection of pus too far in for the drains to reach. They arranged for her to be transferred to a bigger hospital for chest surgery the next day. But they let her have overnight leave as she was so depressed. That evening, the parish priest came round with the prayer group and prayed over her. Next day she went to the big hospital, they repeated the imaging that had only been done the day before, and the pus collection had gone. Gradually but steadily got better from there.
Same priest some years later... I was a very junior doctor, visiting my parents for the weekend, and went to mass with them. A frail little old lady passed out in her seat. Someone was calling for an ambulance, and I was opening her airway and checking for a pulse. The pulse was irregular and erratic. The priest anointed her forehead and at precisely that moment her pulse normalised. And then she came round.
I don't think I can really tell the ones about my actual patients, because they may be too identifiable, but there have been a number of instances where medical science wasn't cutting it, but silently asking St Jude to intervene has been the point where things turned round,
I generally think of myself as a rational scientific type, but just sometimes there is more to heaven and earth than is dreamt of in my philosophy.