Let’s talk about the little nut we men are born with. It’s a topic of less interest to women, so you ladies might want to go watch a cooking show.
Or Oprah. But I think she’s gone now.
The little nut rests, hidden from view, down near our sausage and eggs. We go most of our lives neither noticing nor thinking of it. It does its work, whatever that might be, silently and efficiently.
Then we get older, and it can — like many aging men — get crotchety and mean.
The American medical community has for decades recommended a test, called by its initials the PSA, to screen for prostate cancer.
But then a funny thing happened, very gradually. It became clearer that “the cure” was worse than the disease, and many doctors had second and third thoughts.
Something called the U.S. Preventative Services Task Force yesterday said this:
Don’t do it!
I quit doing it a couple of years ago, but I’ve long been ahead of the game. No matter what the game, I’m usually ahead of it. I leave my nut in peace. You should too.
For every 1,000 men who get the test:
1. One will avoid death from prostate cancer. Just one.
2. One will get a blood clot in his lungs or legs from the treatment.
3. Two will have heart attacks from the treatment.
4. Up to 40 will be left impotent and/or incontinent from the treatment.
This is a pretty lousy trade-off, gentlemen. Leave your nut in peace.
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(Note: We’re finally off to the Pacific sands today for a short spell. If I don’t respond to something, that’s why. I’ll give my nut a little sunshine. My child bride has no nut.)
(Note 2: This brings to mind the transsexual Canadian beauty pageant contestant Jenna Talackova, a real babe. Her sausage and eggs were removed, of course, but one wonders about her nut. Was it left in peace?)