AAAAND Here We Go Again...(the My Left Non-Foot Remix)
This morning there was an article in the New York Times which I naturally thought was ace because it agrees with things I've been saying for yonks. Namely, that far too much faith is reposed in Medical Tests, because the test itself may be flawed (too many false positives/false negatives); the equipment may be defective; the test may not be performed properly; or it may not be interpreted properly. There isn't a lot of consistency either between more than one radiologist reading a film, or the same radiologist reading the film at different times, either. And, specifically, a lot of fuss is made over abnormal cells called Ductal Carcinoma in Situ, even though the consensus is that they're not actually dangerous cancers.
It is hard to argue that cancer, or terrorists, should *not* be detected when present. The trouble is that we're not actually all that good at distinguishing between funny-looking but harmless cells and potentially lethal ones, just as the TSA operates metal detectors (rather than weapon detectors) and can't tell the difference between fruitcake and plastique. Well, OK, I don't hate fruitcake as much as a lot of people do.
So, to humor Dr. Hu, I had a mammogram last week. And today I got a call saying that there is "density" in my left breast so I had to drop everything, walk over to the doc's office to get the prescription for an ultrasound, and then go downstairs to make the appointment for said ultrasound. Which is scheduled for August 19.
This time I'm not actually scared, although I have, so to speak, pre-authorization to be really angry, because once you get into the loop there's no easy way to get out of "Well, maybe it's something, so let's do some more (and more invasive) tests."