(Adapted from my LJ, originally via Amanda at Pandagon.)
As you may or may not know, cervical cancer is essentially a sexually transmitted disease, caused by particular strains of the Human Papilloma Virus (HPV). A vaccine has been developed that could eventually just about wipe this out, as long as it is given prior to the onset of sexual activity. But, of course, some religious nutjob groups are opposing it:
I do not believe that I live on the same planet as these people.
When I did Gyn Onc back in medical school, I saw plenty of cervical cancer. Not much affected me more. Who gets it? Youngish women, in their 30s and 40s usually, often with children at home. In my mere two weeks on Gyn Onc, I saw more than one of them die a horrible death. We could prevent that, but then the nutjobs won’t be able to shake their finger and say, “Shoulda kept your panties on.”
These people just don’t seem to grasp one of the most basic concepts in existence–people will fuck. Shake your finger all you want, they will fuck. Show them pictures of the rotting corpses and diseased genitalia of those who fucked before them, and they will fuck. Put them in steel-belted, triple-padlocked chastity belts and lock them away in dungeons, and they will manage to find a way to break out and fuck. True, some may not–but the rest will.
A good 80% of the maladies that I treat could be prevented or at least ameliorated by lifestyle modifications. If people would stop smoking, stop drinking, stop living on a diet of pork rinds and white table sugar, get off the damn couch every now and then, take some damn responsibility for their lives, and yes, stop engaging in ill-advised intercourse, then I’d have to get a job in a record store somewhere. (A man can dream…) I give the same advice about lifestyle changes over and over and over, and it makes almost no difference.
For instance, I preach hellfire and brimstone about cigarette smoking, slapping my palm with my Washington Manual of Internal Medicine like the King James, and I’d bet half of them light up the second they step outside the hospital. When these people come back in with emphysema or lung cancer, I could just scoff and say it was their own damn fault, and send them off to die. But I can’t do that. Medicine has to approach life as it is, not as we’d like it to be. Yes, if everyone stopped smoking, the more common lung cancers would virtually disappear–but if it were in my power to make them disappear some other way, I’d be a sick bastard not to do it.
Here we have something that could be in our power. But if there’s even the slightest chance that this could cause some young girl to give up her precious, precious chastity, then I suppose it’s better to let those women die. (Where is that sanctity of life bullshit now that we need it?)
I just can’t believe that I live on the same planet as these sick, sick people.