By Lloyd Graff
What do you do when your doctor tells you to do something that you doubt is necessary?
I just endured a kidney scan and a cystoscope because I had a few extra blood cells in a urine test. The nurse called me several weeks after the initial test at a six-month appointment and told me that I needed to come back because my test wasn’t “normal.” OK, I’ll spend an afternoon going into the city to pee in a cup. But then the urologist says, “Lloyd, I want you to do a kidney scan and a bladder scope. There is a one in 100 chance there’s anything, but you are the age…”
So what do you do? Tell the doc who has treated you for 20 years, cut into your body and saved your life once, that he’s overreacting or milking the system? The doctor is God, right? Doing nothing could be a catastrophic mistake. Didn’t I miss the signals before my heart attack two years ago?
So I took all the tests. Everything was cool. I’ve got the nasty aftereffects of the scope and I feel like a chump, a dumb sheep who lamely colored between the lines of American medicine.
Question: What do you do these days when you feel fine, but the medical practitioner tells you to worry or take a drug? What do you trust—your gut or your doc?