Bury St Edmunds. Retired librarian, fact-checks everyone, and this time I have been fact-checking at two in the morning, which is never my best work.
I read the whole leaflet before I started, as I do with everything. There is a warning about thyroid C-cell tumours found in rodents, and a line about not using it if you or your family have had a particular kind of thyroid cancer or a particular inherited syndrome. I read it, noted it, and moved on, because as far as I knew my family had nothing of the sort.
Then at Easter my cousin mentioned, in passing, over a trifle, that our aunt had thyroid cancer in the 1980s. Nobody in my family knows what type. The aunt is long dead. The cousin thinks there was an operation and that she was fine afterwards for thirty years.
I have been awake about this twice since. And I am cross with myself, because I know exactly how to evaluate a piece of information and I have been entirely unable to do it about my own aunt at two in the morning.
What I would like from this room is not reassurance and not a verdict. It is help with the shape of the question. What is it that a clinician would actually need to know, what is knowable at this distance, and what is the honest state of the evidence about the rodent finding and about people? I would rather walk into my appointment on the sixth with a good question than a bad fear.
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