My oncologist is a lovely man, but visiting him leaves me shaky and depressed.
He can only deal in solid medical facts, and can’t throw me any lifelines regarding alternative treatment. I suggest linseed, weight loss, plant-based diet, increased exercise etc, and he replies with a slight nod and ‘if it makes you feel better’.
I’ve come to understand that his role demands that he deals only in clinically proven facts, and cannot allow himself to even hint that he endorses any other natural methods that have not – and indeed, probably cannot – be proven. I can see why. ‘You said if I upped my Omega 3’s, stayed off sugar and stuffed coffee up my bum I would beat cancer, and I haven’t. I’m suing.’
I’ve noticed that he doesn’t even congratulate me on my big weight loss, or offer encouragement about taking it further. It occurs to me that he simply DAREN’T.
It seems to me that the medical profession are having to following some kind of discrete protocol where they are not allowed to comment on our weight for fear of litigation. A kind of ‘political correctness gone mad’ (as in so many other areas of life). I’ve heard of cases where self-confessed fatties have taken extreme umbrage and demanded written apologies from the medics when they have pointed out their obesity. ‘I can say I’m fat, but you’re not allowed to tell me I am’.
For goodness’ sake, they are doing a difficult job. Cut them some slack!
This litigious, over-PC society isn’t doing any of us any good.