“oh, we don’t do that yearly anymore.” this was the breezy response from my family doctor to my question about getting a pap test. i was in for an annual checkup that had for years included a blood pressure check, blood tests to monitor things like cholesterol levels and diabetes risk, as well as a pap test and a breast exam.
“every three years is now the standard,” he said about the pap test, as he opened the examination room door to leave. “oh, and you don’t really need to be doing the breast self-exam.”
he went on to explain how experts had determined that doing breast self-exams were not as helpful as originally thought because instead it was believed they often resulted in false positives, unnecessary tests and biopsies and caused needless anxiety.
he noted another recommendation for the frequency of pap tests — unless a woman was at risk for cervical cancer —“do you have cervical cancer in your family?” he interrupted himself to ask. when i shook my head, he continued, “yes, well then, with no risk factors, there is no evidence that routine screening changes outcomes.”
“checking just doesn’t change how things turn out,” he said, as he walked down the hall with a wave.
hmm.
i am all for reducing anxiety, especially since i tend to be a glass-half-empty kind of person when i have a health concern — what with my questionable genes and current diagnostic track record. a headache must be a brain tumour, a weird-looking mole is melanoma and what feels like a urinary tract infection, well, has to be bladder cancer, of course.