A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of Brian’s company.
He’d been at the golf club the night before at one of their legendary social
functions. These functions used to be a simple excuse for a night of
bacchanalian excess, but in these times of scrutiny and accountability even the
hallowed portals of the Ambridge and District are not sacred and every function
must serve an higher purpose. To that end the committee had invited in someone
to do a bit of “health promotion” and offer “screening” before they sat down to
their fifteen course banquet with attendant wine list, port and cigars to
follow and brandies after the Loyal Toast.
If you are detecting a hint of irony here I fear it was
utterly lost on Brian.
In any event the screening on offer posed us a bit of a
problem. It seems that Brian was informed his test (a P.S.A. allegedly) was
“high”.
And that was all.
No advice about symptoms, no suggestion of what to do next,
indeed no quantifiable information on what “high” might mean in “pounds
shillings and ounces” *. Apparently the same was true for a few other stalwarts
of the A&D, but fortunately they will be off bemusing their own medical
attendants as none of them saving Brian are registered with us.
So what to do now? Well P.S.A. is a notoriously fuzzy test at
the best of times. It’s undoubtedly captured the zeitgeist of those men, like
Brian, of a certain age, and many attend seeking the “reassurance” of a quick
test, on the assumption that a “low” result will ward off the spectre of prostate
cancer. And here we run into a few difficulties.
The test measures a chemical put into the blood by an
“unhappy” prostate. The problem is the source of prostatic disquiet could be
anything on a spectrum from infection through inflammation to cancer. There had
been hopes a few years back that it might prove useful as a test for the
latter, but the test is just too imprecise to be useful and indeed the
prevailing wisdom is that the potential harm of the number of unnecessary
biopsies and other procedures that would arise from using it as a screen far
outweigh any benefits it might provide in identifying new cases of prostate
malignancy.
Needless to say, just because the medical establishment,
hampered as it is by a need to evidence practice, doesn’t view the test as a
good thing, doesn’t mean, now the Djinn is out of the bottle and the movers and
shakers of groups like the A&D up and down the country won’t engage the
services of the 21st century equivalent of the Snake Oil salesmen of
old. So it is that they end up buying in unproven services from unscrupulous
predators, keen to turn a fast buck at the expense of the anxious and ill
informed, all from the best of motives. But this leaves Brian with a bit of a
problem. Now he’s had a “screen” and it is “high”, but he has no symptoms of
prostate disease.
I’ve offered him an examination (not described here for the
sake of the squeamish—fans of Billy Connoly will know what I’m talking about
though) but for now he has declined. Do we repeat the test, and if so when, and
what do we do if it comes back raised again.
He’s agreed to go away and think about it for a while, and
knows to come back at any point if he starts developing symptoms that suggest
his prostate is unhappy, but I’m not sure he won’t be back asking for a lab
test at some point in any event.
5 comments:
Winnie the Pooh
alhi-- well I s'pose, but I was hoping for a little more in the way of attribution, an elaboration of the quote or sim'lar. Call me picky if you will.
Picky picky picky!
Winnie the Pooh about Tigger
What ever his weight in pounds, shillings and ounces
He always seems bigger because of his bounces.
alhi-- there now doesn't that feel better? EVCHN en route ;-)
Have you seen a certain supermarket's Oaties? The chocolate ones are very nice and significantly cheaper than the brand you are fond of:-D
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