Speaking of Cancer
S.Q. Lapius always
enjoyed presiding at joint medical-surgical staff meetings. It gave him a
chance to wear his blazer, and to display his red cashmere vest with the gold
buttons. (“It helps to rivet attention on the chair” he told me).
Fortunately he had to doff his alpine hat with the feather in the cloak room,
but nevertheless he resembled the king pea-cock at a bird sanctuary.
Today, however, Lapius
wore a conservative blue plaid, the squares accentuating the several acres of
abdomen that they were forced to cover. As a matter of fact he was
annoyed, possibly angry.
He called the meeting to
order with a tap of the gavel and made a few acerbic remarks.
“Today we have to review
five cases, three of breast cancer, one of uterine cancer, one of cervical
cancer. In each instance there have been extensive metastases. All
the patients are dead or dying. But I’ve taken the trouble to review the
charts and note that in each case of breast tumor a biopsy was performed, another
was performed in the case of cervical cancer, and the woman with the uterine
cancer had a diagnostic curettage performed. –“
Before Lapius could
enunciate another word he was interrupted from the floor. It was Dr. Ty
Cotton, his favorite surgical sparring partner.
“May I address the
chair?” Cotton asked in a commanding voice.
“You may make a few
comments, Dr. Cotton. I’m not sure we are prepared for an address.”
“I think we can
anticipate what you were going to say, Dr. Lapius, having heard you express
your sentiments on the subject so often before. In fact it is becoming
somewhat boring. The fact is -.”
Now it was Lapius’s turn
to interrupt. “At the risk of boring you further and for the benefit of
newcomers to this conference, I would like to state my position before you
continue with your well-prepared extemporaneous remarks….I have been trying to
make a point about biopsies. –“
Cotton was up on his
feet. “Yes. Dr. Lapius is trying to make the point that we
shouldn’t do biopsies in all cases. Just go ahead and do the radical
surgery. Preposterous.”
Lapius regained the
floor, and with it some momentum. “Had Dr. Cotton not missed so many
meetings, and refrained from sleeping through those he did attend, he would
have understood me to say that biopsy is obviously necessary to determine
whether or not there is a cancer, but that to cut through a malignant lesion
does nothing but spread it.”
“Now hold on there,”
Cotton was on his feet again. “These are breast lesions. Sometimes
there is a big mass. If we don’t cut through the mass we have to excise
it. This will disfigure the breast. Women don’t like that.”
“Better disfigure than
take the chance of spreading the lesion.”
“There’s no proof that
the lesion will be spread by cutting through it.”
“Perhaps not,” said
Lapius, “But when you cut through cancer you open blood vessels and the cancer
cells may drain through these channels to be disseminated to the rest of the
body. It puts the tumor beyond immediate control. If you do have to
cut through the lesion, then you should be prepared to do radical surgery
immediately, not wait three days for the pathology report, as you did in one of
these cases.”
“Well,” Cotton
stammered. “I thought that it was a benign lesion. It fooled
me.”
“Yes, of course.
These things happen sometimes. But I think that definitive surgery should
follow immediately any biopsy, and the excision biopsy in which the entire
suspicious lesion is removed is preferable to incisions which chance a cut
through the tumor. The same thing occurred in the gynecology cases.
A week was lost between the initial surgical diagnostic procedures and the
ultimate surgery. This, in my view is too long.”
“But,” Cotton
reiterated, “You can’t find any proof that surgical biopsy spreads cancer.”
“It does in experimental
animals. I don’t believe there have been any definitive studies in
man. It would be a very difficult study to undertake. But in
medicine sometimes we should go along with what is reasonable, instead of
always waiting for proof.”
Wanda Scrape, the only
female gynecologist at the institute waved for attention. There was
silence as everyone turned towards her. She was almost too pretty to be a
doctor.
“Dr. Lapius what is the
gynecologist to do? After all you can’t expect frozen section diagnosis
of endometrial fragments that are removed during curettage. There isn’t
enough tissue to take the chance.”
“With the modern
techniques you could probably get away with it, Dr. Scrape. Certainly if
you enter the uterus with a sharp curette and penetrate an invasive cancer with
it, the cancer cells will have more of a chance of spreading than if they were
left alone. Agreed the diagnostic curettage must be done. There is
even instrumentation now that will permit a proper paraffin section for
pathologic diagnosis to be turned out in an hour. All hospitals should
have such equipment.”
Afterward, Cotton came
over to Lapius, and said “Why don’t you stop belaboring the point Simon.
You are in the minority you know.”
“Of course. But if
I convince enough people, then I will be in the majority and you will be the
minority.”