If you take a giant shit on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, SF will roll out a red carpet for you, but God forbid you try to give an employee a free lunch or a plastic straw.
If I am dying, what right have you to tell me what experimental treatment I can take or not, if I otherwise have no hope to live? You would condemn me to no hope at all in order to save me from what you consider to be unproven or possible quackery.
The idea that bureaucrats and scientists should be able to decide what experiments a terminally ill patient should be allowed to participate in is a deeply evil one.