Next time you go to a doctor and she sends you for X-rays, scans, or an MRI, give some thought to it before you go. My late husband, a radiologist whose wisdom constantly returns to me during the debate on health care reform, used to say “don’t let anyone do an MRI on your back unless you are willing to have surgery. And don’t let anybody operate on your back. Most back surgeries don’t work.” I thought he was being funny, but he knew from all his years of observation what was about to happen in health care.
Indeed, his twelve-year old opinion has now been validated by a host of studies saying that the growth of high tech medical imaging, which was just beginning when he died, has contributed to high health care costs not only because it is expensive itself, but because it leads to significant instances of over treatment that are difficult to back away from although costly and even dangerous. That’s why the Prevention Task Force made it’s recommendations about mammograms for women 40-50, and why the recommendations were so loudly decried.
In my own case, my husband gave me a mammogram and a spine X-ray when I was just past 50 (I had been in a car accident), and when I got dressed, he asked me to come into his office, where he had my films on a light wall (yes, these were the days of films). He sounded so worried that I thought he had found breast cancer. But no, he looked away my chest to my spine, and said “you have the worst degenerative disc disease I have seen in a long time!”
I said, “but nothing hurts,” to which he replied,”it will.” And then I asked what to do when it began to hurt, and he told me that if I could stand the pain it would fuse by itself.
It’s a good thing I asked, because a couple of years later, he died of cancer, probably precipitated by too much exposure to radiation during his career, when the machines were less carefully calibrated. And one morning I couldn’t stand up straight when I got out of bed, my back hurt so bad.
After a week I went to a neurosurgeon, a very famous one. I was in such pain that I was laying on the floor of his office. He came in to give me the results of the MRI he had made me have.