I hope all goes well Patti. I -finally- got to see a locum urologist yesterday, and it looks as if a start to breaking up my stones will be made within the foreseeable future. Mind you, he was dead set on 'reaming out' my prostate at the same time. I said no. I didn't reckon that my prostate could be much of a restriction to flow if a stone 14mm x 10mm x 7mm could sail through it at top speed and only jam -suddenly- at the extreme outer exit. Since that's the only stone I've passed for a considerable time, though smaller ones used to be frequent, I suspect that the remainder are larger. Once the stones are gone, maybe I can consider the reaming again, but when my long time doctor up to 2009 first sent me to a urologist he said "Don't let them get their knives on your prostate" which sounded to me like good advice, at least in the absence of anything sinister. I don't believe that BPH is any longer a real problem for me, with testicles that are probably non-functional and what I suspect are beneficial effects from PM. What I didn't get from him and definitely wanted was a requisition for hormone tests, particularly T.
As for mammograms, they have caused us, or at least my wife, a fair amount of grief. About 25 years ago, she had a routine mammogram, and the next time she saw her then doctor about six months later having heard nothing about the results, she said that she assumed that all was OK. He looked in his file and said "Oh, they say they wanted you to go back for a biopsy". As it turned out the biopsy showed nothing untoward, but she never went back to that doctor! On her first visit to the doctor who took over our old doctor's practice at the beginning of 2010, she said that perhaps she ought to mention a callous on a rib just below one breast (probably caused by a defective bra under wire). He immediately sent her for a mammogram although she queried whether a mammogram could possibly 'see' something on a rib. When the result came back negative, she again queried whether the callous could have been seen on the mammogram, and he said "I tell you you don't have breast cancer. You don't trust me. I don't want you as a patient any longer." When almost immediately afterwards he gave me a prescription that looked to me dubious, and the pharmacist said to me that with the other things I was taking, if I took those I shouldn't venture far from a hospital, the relationship was at an end. But perhaps he was better than our next doctor; she effectively chemically castrated me. I'm still in two minds though as to whether that might not have been a good thing.
This post was last modified: 23-01-2014, 02:25 AM by AnnieBL.