Excerpt
Assume you just learned that you have prostate cancer. As an uninformed layperson you reckon your demise is imminent. All of a sudden you are on death row. Your spouse and family feel this too. Your wife and children wonder about losing their provider. Your friends will look at you differently. So will your insurance company. Now factor in your own shock and horror, the unbalancing and disorienting realization that you have cancer. You have just received the worst news of your life; only moments before you were a normal healthy person. Now you’re wondering about splurging on a last set of golf clubs or planning a final get-together for the family in the Bahamas. Feelings of profound grief
and terror flood in. Rational thought is gone, emotion takes over.
Under these pressured circumstances the urologist smoothly assumes leadership. He seizes the wheel and you become the passenger. Disoriented, you have no idea, no idea at all, of what you have just done. You have become one more dutiful lamb being herded into the pen. You’ve already had one intimate experience with this stranger. You have already trusted him by allowing him to poke needles into what one woman called “the true heart of the male.” What is there to deter you now from trusting him to recommend treatment based on his findings? Why wouldn’t you trust him now to prescribe his treatment of choice? It simply doesn’t occur to you to think otherwise. The hook has been set. What usually happens is that you uncritically proceed to make an appointment for surgery.