Color Choice Made Easy. It’s All Black or White.

procolThat her face, at first just ghostly…

…turned a whiter shade of pale.

Procol Harum-1967

I am thrilled, absolutely ecstatic. Sherwin-Williams and Benjamin Moore are in agreement. The Color of the Year for 2016 is…white! Although Benjamin Moore calls it “Simple White” and Sherwin-Williams likes the name “Alabaster “, whatever you choose to call it, the two paint mavens have made my 2016 so much easier. When Barb asks me what color we should paint the master bedroom walls, I can just say “Alabaster, dear. And those kitchen cabinets you were worried about? I think we should go with Simple.” Our new house will be sooo hip.

But wait, life just got more complicated.  Pantone is naming “Rose Quartz” and “Serenity” the Color of the Year. Two questions. First, who the heck is Pantone? Second, Mr. Pantone, whoever you are, aren’t “Rose Quartz” and “Serenity” two colors? And by the way, what kind of color is “Serenity” anyway? I suppose it could be worse. At least neither of those colors are the nightmare colors of the 50’s, avocado green or harvest gold. Though I am sure Mr. Pantone is considering that pair for 2017 Color of the Year candidates. He will just rename them “Felicity” and “Authenticity.”

You ask if there are any other important colors to keep in mind while we build the house? It took a little research on my part, but I was relieved to discover the National Foundation for the Preservation of Lawn Care has named “Green” as their Color of the Year for a record setting 134th year in a row. This jibes with the plans of the architect, the interior designer and Barb to have a green lawn, so unlike most things the design dream team agrees on, this is unlikely to cost me any extra money. The International Society of Astrophysicology has also proclaimed that 2016 will be the Year of the Yellow Sun. In the Society press release, their President noted that while there are a lot of red stars out in the cosmos, our sun seems to have a few billion years of yellowness left. Maybe solar panels will make sense after all. I have also verified that black is still the color for asphalt, so I have a pretty good idea of what our driveway will look like. And that will be perfect for any grandkids to draw their hopscotch court on. Have to keep every generation involved and happy.

Fortunately, the World Muntin Association is not naming a favorite color for 2016, so we are free to do our own thing on those. Speaking of muntins, Barb asked me to tell you all that I was LYING. The word muntin does NOT mean more money! But what does it matter. When it comes to spending more money on this house, I am waving the white flag. Just in time to honor the Color of the Year!

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If We Spend It, They Will Come

dark sideGet a good job with more pay

and you’re O.K.

Pink Floyd-1973

I haven’t been this excited about a hole in the ground since I was a kid on Farwell beach with a shovel and pail digging through the sand. Yes, we have broken ground (see below). Phase II has begun! Yesterday Barb met with the design/build team and our interior decorator. Enough brain power to stage a coup at Houzz. Lots of bagels, cookies and coffee. Three hours later, the architects parting words to Barb were, “Tell Les he better keep on working…hard!” So here are a few reasons why I dreamed of a new puppy last night instead of dreaming of retirement.

  • Living near a pond is a nicety. Triple-waterproofing your basement because you leave near a pond is a necessity.
  • The damn stylish window muntins. Did you know that “muntin” in Ye Olde English means “more money?”
  • Lots of different roofing choices. Why is it a surprise the decorator loves the style that is even more expensive than the expensive one we had picked out?
  • Delays cost money. Backhoe drivers don’t work on rainy days. We have been getting a lot of rain.
  • LED light bulbs. Pay extra now, hope to save later.
  • Back up power generator. Pay extra now, hope to never need it.
  • Chubb, the best homeowner’s insurance you can buy. Pay extra now, keep on paying extra forever.
  • Janet Yellen. 0.25% at a time.
  • We have a long way to go!
hole
Can you dig it?

But the beat goes on. We will dig, we will build, we will survive. And to all of you out there planning on your own construction project–it’s all good!

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The Force Was With Me in 1968; My Favorite Theater

dire straitsJuliet says, Hey, it’s Romeo,

you nearly gave me a heart attack

Dire Straits-1980

After trading in some expiring airline miles for subscriptions, I am surrounded by dozens of magazines, packed with year end lists. Best TV Shows No One Is Watching, Best Recipes No One Is Making, Best Candidate No One Is Believing. I feel like making a list too. But don’t shackle me by a mere year. How about The Best Theater of My Life-By Decades. If you like going to plays and musicals, I hope this brings back memories and gets you thinking about your own favorites. If you aren’t a theater fan, don’t worry, it is still at least as much fun as 10 Favorite Quotes From This Season of Empire!

1950’s

I was born in the middle of the decade, so I didn’t go to much theater. That doesn’t matter. My parents had the original Broadway Cast Album of My Fair Lady, with Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, Stanley Holloway et al. I did not see a live performance of the show for many, many, years (1993, an uncomfortable Richard Chamberlain as Henry Higgins) but MFL forever is, forever was, and forever will be my favorite musical. It’s no accident I parodied it in my anti-banker tirade!

1960’s

I’ll start with a musical that I didn’t see on stage until 40 years later. My girlfriend game me the Original Cast Album of Hair for Hannukah, and I was hooked. A friend and I were inspired to compose Haircut-The Censored Jewish Love-Rock Musical which, unfortunately, has never seen the light of production. Now my co-author is an honored film critic and I write blogs. But Raff and Fox could have been another Rodgers and Hammerstein.

I did see a few live shows. In 1968 I was at the Goodman Theater for a stunning production of Othello. I didn’t understood all the plot twists, and I couldn’t predict that Len Cariou, the actor playing Iago, would become famous as Sweeney Todd. But I am sure that nobody in the theater that night would have been surprised to know that the electrifying young man playing the lead would soon win a Tony Award playing  Jack Jefferson in The Great White Hope on Broadway and become even more famous a few years later in a galaxy far far away, when James Earl Jones gave  his voice to the inter-galactic Man in Black, Darth Vader.

1970’s

One singular sensation, and you can forget the rest. It was A Chorus Line and Barb and I were together by the time it tapped into our lives. I am a sucker for seeing behind the curtain, and this show brought the curtain tumbling down. I will admit to enjoying some Andrew Lloyd Weber – Tim Rice productions in the ’70’s, but Evita never held my interest the way those struggling dancers begging for a chance on the line did.

1980’s

Cats, with an explanation. I know all of its faults and all the dreadful productions of it. I have seen a few of those myself. Why does it make my list? Because it was the question to the Final Jeopardy answer on my one Jeopardy appearance. And I got it right! Take that, Alex Trebeck.

1990’s

We have one “family musical”, and it is Les Miserables. It has lasted from the cassette of the cast recording we played endlessly during Michael’s car pools, to the Milwaukee road trip for Laury’s first theater experience, and finally to see the film as a Christmas Day group outing many years later. My favorite 5 digit number? Two-four-six-o-one!!

2000-2015

You would think I would have a lot of standouts from this period. Laury was living in New York City part of that time, so Barb and I visited often and had many theater weekends. But we saw some REAL bombs. Does anyone remember Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown? Our planned Spiderman adventure was cancelled in the shows early days of equipment malfunction. But I was enraptured by August: Osage County (missed it at Steppenwolf, saw it on Broadway) and rocked with American Idiot. Our most recent visit was to give Barb a chance to see Bradley Cooper in The Elephant Man, but it was Jessie Mueller in Beautiful that won our affection.

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What I Learned on the “It Hurts Too Much To Eat” Diet

chicagov

A man selling ice cream

Singing Italian songs

Chicago-1972

I have discovered the magic bullet. A GI issue has prevented me from eating solid food for the last ten days. They have turned my non-stop love affair with food into a miserable love-pain S&M relationship, my own 50 Shades of Gravy. I don’t recommend anyone follow this diet, but for those of you with an insane desire to lose weight in a hurry, here are a few thoughts.

  • My last post featured an album cover and lyrics from the Carpenters. Talk about unintentional irony!
  • Fruit smoothies sound like a good idea. Ice cold, frosty, chill inducing Strawberry-Banana smoothies from Pandora that hit your gut like a Tazer shot at 6 a.m. are NOT a good idea.
  • Licking the cream cheese off a bagel is OK; nibbling at the edges of the bagel is OK only if done slooooowly.
  • I make Cream of Wheat the same way mother used to do it.  Stand at the stovetop and stir, stir, stir. No microwave mush for this boy. And never a lump.
  • Boost Vanilla Protein Drink is the foulest potion this side of Hogwarts. It belongs in a cauldron with three witches stirring it.
  • Adding a squashed up banana to Boost Vanilla Protein Drink just makes the agony last longer.
  • Chicken noodle soup is fine. Blenderizing the chicken and the noodles spoils the appeal. Now I know what Oliver Twist felt like at the workhouse. “Please may I have some more gruel, sir?”
  • Ice cream, slightly chilled, in small spoonfuls, is fine. Salty Caramel and Coffee flavors are best. Bring ’em on!
  • A wife who drives you to the doctor-good. A wife who goes to 3 different grocery stores to get things you like-better. A wife who makes vanilla pudding without that awful skin on top-priceless! Gotta love her–always.
  • The bathroom scale can be your friend again. Daily!

Things are slowly improving. By the Night Before Christmas I hope to be able to take a bite out of more than just those visions of sugar plums and Lou Malnati’s Pizza that are dancing in my head. Until then, keep those room temperature smoothies coming!

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Ode to an Absent Bulldozer

carpentersHangin’ around

Nothin’ to do but frown

The Carpenters–1971

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Three fourths of an acre

A suburban retreat

No hole in the ground

Not a trace of concrete.

 

The weather’s not bad

No rain in the air

Trucks could be digging

But the trucks are not there.

 

Contractors are missing

Got more jobs to do

They can’t spare us the time

We’re just part of the queue.

 

We try to be patient

That’s what we’ve been told

What a pain that will be

When the old house gets sold.

 

If I had a hammer

Some wood and some stone

Then I’d build this house

Construct my own home.

 

Some day it will happen

We will have a new niche

The sooner the better

All this waiting’s a bitch!

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Don’t Believe the Hype! Diagnosing Cancer Not for the Birds.

dylanIt’s my work, he’d say…

…and I do it for pay

Bob Dylan

Hurricane, 1975

For most pathologists, it is more than a job, it is a calling. We are trusted to examine tissue from patients that we will most likely never seen or ever talk to, and provide a diagnosis that will often change their lives. The task requires a thorough knowledge of medicine, years of specialty training in pathology, and countless hours of microscope time learning the art, as well as the science, of our chosen profession. A well trained staff is also essential in making the correct evaluation, we are very much subject to “garbage in, garbage out.”

So most of us chuckled at bit at all the news reports last month about pigeons being trained to diagnose cancer. It seems that with a few pellets, any creature with good vision can be turned into a pathologist! Since progress on the new house is on short term (we hope) hiatus this weekend, I thought I would take the time to explain just how a pathologist actually renders a diagnosis, and how it gets back to the treating physician. There are many different types of labs, and the processes is different at each one, but I will focus on how we do things at my laboratory, an outpatient lab specializing in urology, and key in on prostate biopsies.

Our lab is part of the largest urology practice in the Chicago area.  About 60 urologists across the region identify men, who either because of physical examination findings or because of abnormal blood work, require prostate biopsies. I will spare you the messy details about how the biopsies are taken, but generally 12-16 areas in the prostate are sampled, with a needlelike core of tissue about a 20th of an inch thick and an inch and a half long taken from each site. Those samples are placed in jars filled with formalin, and yes, it smells just like what you remember from high school biology. The jars are carefully labelled and packaged for delivery, while patient information is  entered into the electronic health record we share with the urologist’s offices.

We use a courier service that specializes in handling medical specimens to bring the biopsies to the lab. That’s where our great processing team takes over. After verifying that all the information we have in the health record matches the specimen jars we have received, a description of the cores is dictated for our  report. They are then “cooked” in a microwave processor, embedded in paraffin wax (yes, the floors get slippery), and then cut into ultrathin sections which are placed on a labelled glass microscope slide and stained with colorful dyes. The sections of prostate turn blue and purple and pink.  Some of this work is automated, but much is done carefully, by hand, one slide at a time.

One of our four pathologists then looks at each slide under the microscope and formulates the diagnosis. How do we do it? We each  have an encyclopedic knowledge of what normal prostate looks like. We look for changes in the appearance of the stained tissues, subtle or obvious, that signal a change from normal to abnormal. We then mentally run through the myriad of possibilities that the abnormality could represent. Some of these are benign and of no significance, others indicate cancer, or a potential for future cancer. When we are uncertain, we can have additional slides made and use stains beyond the routine ones. Our diagnoses are then entered into the lab report. Before releasing the report, we have a final checkpoint. Each afternoon, our pathology group meets in my office. We gather around a video monitor connected to my microscope and review cases together. We do this for every case with a cancer diagnosis. Once we all agree, our completed report is signed and becomes part of the electronic health record, available to the urologist for action. In our lab, the whole process takes about 2 days from the time the urologist does the biopsy.

I love birds. Counting Crows, The Eagles and Flock of Seagulls are all music to my ears. But when it comes to making a diagnosis, leave the feathers behind. We may get paid in more than bird seed, but if you want the right answer, find a pathologist!

One last thing. An apology to all those who got tossed and turned by the broken links on our last post. If you missed it, you can find it here. This link will work. I promise!

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Home Building; It’s Not A Sprint, It’s A Marathon

everlastYou know where it ends, yo

it usually depends

on where you start.

“What it’s Like”, Everlast, 1998

“Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentleman, it’s a beautiful afternoon at Riverwoods Park. This is your racetrack announcer Phil Georgeff on the call as the horses come out for the final race, The Empty Nester Derby, a stakes race for seniors. We have eight magnificent contenders. The track is fast and we anticipate quick times, but you never know what surprises this course may hold.

The horses are at the gate, they’re at the gate…aaaaand they’re off! Gotta Buy a Lot takes the early lead, but is quickly eclipsed by Might Change Our Minds. It’s a two horse race for the first few furlongs. Now Might Change our Minds is fading as Gotta Buy a Lot reclaims her place at the head of the line.

Moving past the quarter mile pole, Banking Blues is really picking up speed and challenging the leaders. He gets in front and then slows down the pace! These horses are barely crawling around the track. Friends I have never seen anything like this before! Finally Financing in Place is shooting through a gap as his jockey sends an angry glare at Banking Blues. Banking Blues rider is dismounting in disgust! Even she can’t believe how slow her steed is running.

The horses are approaching the far turn with Draft Those Plans and Homeowners Association Rules dueling it out for the lead. These horses are really steaming Not a nose separates them. It is a battle royale as these magnificent horses pound the track. What’s this? Homeowners Association  Rules’ jockey is pulling out a muntin and flogging Draft Those Plans! I’m telling you, this race has everything!

Here they come,  spinning out of the turn. We have a new leader as Show em the Shingles gives a late kick and Homeowners Association Rules fades into the pack. And on the outside  for the first time there is some action from Get that Permit. Get that Permit is roaring into the lead. But she is not alone. Village Fees is coming on strong. It neck and neck, nostrils flaring, as they thunder down the homestretch. Village Fees just seems to be getting bigger and bigger! But what’s this? Village Fees stumbles and at the wire it’s Get that Permit by an eyelash! Get that Permit is the winner.”

That’s right we have a construction permit! The building can commence, and you are here at the beginning. It’s like being with Elvis in Memphis, the Beatles in Hamburg or Springsteen in Asbury Park. So have fun and enjoy the ride, the next race, The Construction Stakes, is about to begin!

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Menagerie à Trois: Almost As Much Fun As It Sounds

charlie
A Box of Charlie

We gotta get out of this place…

…if it’s the last thing we ever do.

The Animals-1965

You all remember Max . Our 90 pound multi-breed will greet you at the door with his Irish Wolf Hound-like smile, a loud but friendly bark, and a demand to be loved. He is Barb’s shadow, though happiest when I am giving him his nightly chin rub. When I do, his swishing tail cools the bedroom like a powerful Casablanca fan. Phoebe, our featherweight kitten, is much less likely to be seen when you stop by to visit, but for Barb and I  she is a rolling ball of fluff who loves a good tummy massage and racing us up the staircase. Although Max’s aging joints will love living in a ranch home and Phoebe the speed burner might hate it, the two are our Model U.N. picture of peaceful coexistence.

This Thanksgiving our weekend has been livened up by a visitor primed to end our domestic tranquility. With Laury travelling for the holiday, we have stepped in under the provisions of the “Forever Plan” to baby sit Charlie, Laury’s six year old Havanese puppy. Charlie was Laury’s loving companion through her years in New York City and transition back to Chicago, and is always a welcome visitor in our home.

The American Kennel club describes the Havanese breed as ” a small, sturdy dog of immense charm”. Charlie is indeed small, is indeed sturdy, and does his exuberant best to demonstrate immense charm. He can bounce high off any floor or wall, gobble up cat food faster than Phoebe can come out of hiding, and his playfulness has helped Max remember what it was like to be a doggie adolescent again. Like all dogs, he loves Barb to death and tolerates me as necessary. He comes equipped with  little blue pills for us  to slather in peanut better and give him nightly (the pills are  for behavior, not for  the other blue pill type of problem,) as well as a limited supply of Valium. The Valium is to be ingested when he demonstrates  too much “Crazy Havanese Time”, but the instructions Laury left were unclear. We are not sure if we are supposed to give Charlie the Valium or take it ourselves. Fortunately, Charlie was on a leash when a magnificent looking coyote trotted across our front yard yesterday; if  not, Charlie might have waggled over to say “Hi!” and become an excellent appetizer.

Laury will be picking up her pooch later today, ending our Thanksgiving holiday.  But before the weekend closes, let me give thanks.  I am blessed with a loving wife and healthy, growing, family. Nothing brings me greater joy. I am thankful for the professional skills and opportunities both Barb and I have that allow us to be of service to our community. I celebrate the roof over our heads, and the fun we will have doing it all over again while building our empty nest home. And I am grateful and proud that I have been able to chronicle it all in these posts, and that so many readers have gotten to know us and say “I didn’t know you could do that!”

In closing, an entertainment note  for our local readers. “We Gotta Get Out of This Place”, the big hit for The Animals, was written by the  Brill Building songwriting team of Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil. Their story is a part of the Carole King musical “Beautiful”, which is just coming to town. If you love music, King, or just a good time, you must see this show!

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We Want To Be On HGTV Too!

REMShiny happy people…

…holding hands.

R.E.M., 1991

I stepped on to the elliptical at the health club, turned on my iTunes, and was about to slip on my headphones when I glanced at the television sets hanging on the front wall. A game show on the left, “The View” on the right, but in the middle–there they were. The damn Property Brothers. Those identical twins, Jonathan and Drew Scott, who buy and remodel homes on HGTV. Along with  other HGTV show hosts Chip and Joanna who fix, Tarek and Christina who flip, and Hilary and David who love and list, their faces beam from the TVs in our home morning til night, and if Barb can’t sleep, overnight too. And when no one is remodeling, HGTV has its House Hunters, National and International, looking out for perfect properties. Reality redux.

The programs all have the same basic structure. Introduce a telegenic young pair, plus or minus a few kids, and have the hosts promise to solve some particular housing crisis the couple is facing. Start the project optimistically but run into a hidden obstacle or unexpected expense. Calm the worried homeowner/houseseeker then find an ingenious solution to the problem. Smiles and a champagne toast by the end of the hour. One formula, ten different TV shows!

Now it is OUR turn.  I propose a 13 episode HGTV series chronicling  The Raff Construction Project. Let’s name the show “Build It or Blow It”. Barb looks great on camera, I look OK on camera, and we can spruce up the general contractor and architect. We’ll use a  local couple such as Eric and Cathy for hosts.

Yes, we started the actual project months ago and will have to “recreate”  some of the earlier aspects for the camera,  but  I suspect most HGTV shows use a bit of play acting.  We can “enrich” the past, too. All that time spent picking out windows? Let’s spice it up with  a visit to a window factory, and toss in an on-screen table saw “incident”. Barb can use her hand therapy experience to perform an emergency thumb re-attachment. Gushing blood and sky-rocketing ratings!

Moving forward, I envision a curmudgeonly pipe smoking plumber with a Yankee accent (fire hazard), a wise-cracking all female painting crew (sexist), and a talented Old World carpenter (expensive). There will be tense scenes when we discover one-coat paint doesn’t cover in one coat and half-gallon toilets do  half the job. Imagine the suspense when the village building inspector, tape measure in hand, checks to be sure the electrical outlet is at least the required minimum distance from the bathtub. With the right music on the sound track that one might be good to enough to keep viewers hanging as we go to commercial break.

Our big “do or die” moment in the penultimate episode?  It has to be the Home Owners Association deciding our roof shingles are an unsuitable style for the neighborhood. Can we replace them and still stay on budget? Will this send us to the poor house? Don’t worry, it will all be resolved just in time for the grand finale.

So that’s the show. I just have one question. Anyone know anyone who knows anyone at HGTV? If you do, can you talk them into producing “Build It or Blow It”?  If not, I’ll settle for one of the Property Brothers’ autographs!

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Getting Serious about a Bad Medicare Recommendation

zappaFrank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around

In Memory of Frank Zappa

Prostate Cancer Victim

Yes, we got a site permit. Yes, a construction fence is up, though I have not seen it yet, and by the time I get to our lot it may be buried by snow. But that is all the update on the house you are going to get today. It is soapbox time. For those of you who don’t like medical news, cover your eyes or skip to another blog, but this pathologist needs to unload!

The Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services (CMS) is the federal agency that, you guessed it, runs Medicare. Part of what they do is establish “quality” measures and review bills and electronic medical records to determine how well physicians are following in line with these measures. For the last few years, compliance with these measures has had an effect on how much Medicare pays physicians for patient treatment, and this impact on reimbursement is scheduled to grow over the next few years, with penalties for docs who don’t keep on the straight and narrow. So these measure can have an impact on how doctors practice.

Now you all know I look at a lot of prostate biopsies in my practice, and that my dad died of prostate cancer, and that I run every year to raise money for prostate cancer awareness. So prostate cancer is a big deal to me. Most of the prostate cancers that I diagnose are a result of a man having an increased Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) blood test in their primary doctors office and being referred to a urologist for evaluation and triage with such newer tests as the PHI test or MRI of the prostate. Sometimes the triage leads to a prostate biopsy. Close to half of the men who have a biopsy sent to us wind up having prostate cancer diagnosed. The goal of all this is to detect men with prostate cancers that are high grade, bad actors that  have the ability to spread, cause symptoms, and shorten the patient’s life. We want to see those men treated with therapies such as surgery, radiation, hormones or newer immune therapies in an attempt to improve their lifespan and quality of life. We also detect a lot of men with prostate cancers that look less aggressive and might not have such a significant impact. In the past, most of these low aggression tumor patients also received treatment such as radiation or surgery, but now, with better tools that look into the actual genetic (DNA or RNA) makeup of the tumor, and with better understanding of which tumors are likely to spread, many men are placed on “active surveillance.” They are monitored closely by their urologist, but unless there is evidence that the tumor has changed and become more aggressive, they avoid treatment and any related side effects.

Still following me? Well, in the last few years, there has been review of long term data, much from outside the USA and all of it is from before genetic markers were available and before “active surveillance” was an established treatment plan. The data suggested that PSA testing is a lousy way to detect prostate cancer and leads to too many men having too much treatment.  Because of these studies, in 2012 the United States Preventive Services Task Force (whew) recommended AGAINST PSA screening. So fewer men have been getting PSA testing, or have been skipping a few years of testing, and guess what? We now see more men with the nasty acting prostate cancers than we did five or ten year ago. It seems to us here in the lab (and to urologists and pathologists around the country) that less PSA screening=worse outcomes.

Now remember those CMS quality measures we were talking about a few paragraphs above? Well, the CMS has just released a new proposed quality measure. You guessed it. They are proposing that NOT doing PSA testing is better quality. So your doc, or your dad’s doc, or your husband’s doc will get paid more for NOT doing PSA testing on their patients. Yes, I know it is not a perfect test. It is not appropriate in certain age groups. But with logical triage of patients with abnormal PSA results, and then logical treatment or surveillance of men in whom prostate cancer is diagnosed, PSA testing can lead to a strong, positive, impact on the male population. I am a believer. I know that I will keep having my PSA checked–and so should you!

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