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Why Not to be an Early Adopter

New medicines are like new fashions in clothing. They are introduced with great fanfare. Most turn out to seem fairly ordinary after a few years. Some are quickly forgotten or discarded and make us say: “What was I thinking?”

Evaluating a new drug is difficult, for the pharmaceutical and scientific communities as well as for us clinicians. It often takes years of general use before a drug can really prove its safety or usefulness.

As physicians with responsibility for our patients’ lives and well-being, we need to balance our desire to provide the best treatment with our obligation to avoid unnecessary risk. Unfortunately, many new drugs turn out to be less safe than we are told when they are first introduced. The increasingly common sources of drug information, advertisements and pharmaceutical representatives, also don’t tell you what the serious journals say about new medications. It is our duty as practicing physicians to keep up with the leading medical journals.

I may sound old-fashioned at times when I question new treatments or hold off on using them for a while, but I have seen enough new drugs hit the market and soon be withdrawn because of safety issues that were not known or understood when the medicines were first approved.

Most people still remember Vioxx, the arthritis medication that wouldn’t cause ulcers. Early on we heard about high blood pressures and fluid retention. The heart attack risk was apparently kept secret for a while before the drug was withdrawn.

I prescribed a fair amount of Vioxx, because all the other arthritis medications could also cause fluid retention and Vioxx seemed to work quite well. I had also almost lost a patient to a sudden intestinal hemorrhage from indomethacin once, so the stomach safety seemed like a valid selling point.

Before Vioxx, there was Duract, an anti-inflammatory pain medication for short-term use. It was eliminated through the liver instead of through the kidneys, like other anti-inflammatory medications. I never had time to prescribe it. I held off, because it was a new type of drug, and it was soon withdrawn amid reports of liver failure.

Some medications for Type 2 Diabetes bother me. Rezulin was the first drug in a new class, which makes the body more sensitive to its own insulin. Before I had warmed up to prescribing it, the drug was withdrawn. It was linked to liver toxicity. The two newer drugs in the same class, Avandia and Actos, seem safer on the liver, but from early on, there were concerns over fluid retention and heart failure risk. In 2007 Avandia was shown to increase heart attack risk by over 40%. Actos has so far looked safer, but I am still very nervous about it.

When the Scandinavian Simvastatin Survival Study (4-S) showed that deaths from heart attacks could be reduced by 30% with Zocor, I felt fairly comfortable prescribing it for patients with high cholesterol.  I had not really used the statin drugs that came before it, because there was no proof they reduced heart disease risk. I was still cautious with Zocor, because the cholesterol-lowering drug that came before the statins, Atromid-S, was associated with a surprising and unexplained increase in death rates by over 40%.

With every statin drug that came after Zocor, I stubbornly waited for “outcomes data” of some sort. One by one, the newer drugs proved themselves to fight atherosclerosis and heart disease, and I have ended up using all of them.

Baycol came along and made claims of having less risk for muscle damage, rhabdomyolysis, than the other members of the class. I tried it, but as it didn’t have outcomes data yet, I reserved my use of it to patients who couldn’t tolerate the other statins. Ironically, Baycol was taken off the market because it had a much higher risk of rhabdomyolysis than the other statin drugs.

I have seen many new drugs come and go, from diet pills like Redux to antibiotics like Omniflox, Tequin and Ketek during my thirty years in medicine. I also vividly remember the Thalidomide-induced limb deformities of my classmate in Junior High School in Sweden. Thalidomide was marketed there as a safe drug for morning sickness.

One of my professors in medical school said about medications for high blood pressure that they needed to have no serious or annoying side effects and be less dangerous than the condition for which they are intended. I have held on to his wisdom all these years.

A patient with an acute, life-threatening condition may be very willing to accept a certain risk if the treatment is effective. Even an unproven treatment may be the best option when older treatments are known to be risky or not very effective.

I question the value of being an early adopter of new drugs under normal circumstances, when slightly older drugs are still useful. Why use our patients for guinea pigs?

“Dog Ain’t Right”

Over the years I have developed a friendship with our local small animal veterinarian. He has seen us through joys and sorrows with our cats and dogs and we have shared dinners and some family outings.

Inevitably, we have often ended up talking shop. Medicine is very much the same, whether your patients are adults, children or beagles. We have found that we do very much the same things for the same conditions, but we have a running competition about who has the toughest job.

Calvin C. Carruthers, DVM, C-3 for short, is a highly energetic and charismatic man. He insists his job is tougher than mine because pet owners in this part of the country tend to be less than forthcoming with medical history and useful information when their animals are ill. Calvin’s favorite patient complaint is “Dog Ain’t Right”. He tells me those three words are sometimes the only help he will get from an owner when diagnosing a sick dog. He doesn’t believe me when I tell him some of my patients don’t offer any more details than “I just don’t feel right, Doc”.

Calvin’s job is easier than mine in that he has developed a habit of often taking three and four day weekends and “signing out” to a vet in the next town over, about 20 miles away. He does the same thing when he goes on one or two longer vacations every year. We have accepted these inconveniences, because he is an excellent veterinary surgeon and a good friend. As of this fall, there will also be another veterinarian joining him, which will make his practice independent of call-sharing.

About two months ago our youngest beagle, thirteen-year-old Snickers, developed some swelling of her nose. We were concerned she might have a tooth abscess as Calvin had wanted to do a “dental” on her for some time. That was the week of the North American Lindy Hop festival, and Calvin and his wife were off somewhere in their spectator shoes, grooving to 1940’s music. His office answering machine directed us to the covering veterinarian, who after a fairly quick examination concluded that this seemed more allergic than infectious. We were relieved, but still wondered if this was the correct diagnosis.  

Snickers nose seemed to get better, but two weeks ago she acted a little lethargic and stopped eating. This time, Calvin was in Chicago at a veterinary convention and the young assistant veterinarian of the practice in the next town was the one on duty. He seemed baffled, and speculated Snickers might have had a stroke. He offered to do some bloodwork, but couldn’t get blood from her little legs. At that point we decided to bring the dog to the Emergency Veterinary Clinic in Capitol City.

The Emergency Clinic vet was sure she had a severe tooth infection with early sepsis, or blood poisoning. We agreed to start intravenous antibiotics and after the weekend we saw Calvin, who did the dental surgery last Tuesday morning.

Snickers’ recovery has been slow, but today we see a healthy appetite and a fair amount of tail wagging. She is still weak from her ordeal, but she is on the mend. We regret our delay in getting her teeth done in the first place and for wanting so much to believe the covering veterinarian, who thought Snickers’ swelling was harmless and would go away by itself.

Our seventeen-year-old, otherwise extremely youthful male beagle has started to act strange in recent months. He is drinking a lot of water, pants when we take him for a walk, and is showing a bit of a potbelly even though he has lost some weight. We took him to Calvin for an exam and some bloodwork. Stormy’s blood sugar and thyroid tests were normal and Calvin didn’t think there was any heart failure. Some of the liver tests were a little elevated, which could be transient or the beginning of something serious, so we didn’t have a diagnosis yet.

The other night I was reading from the book I got for my birthday, Harvey Cushing’s biography of Osler. My wife started talking about what might be the matter with Stormy. I closed my book and as we talked about the dog, my right hand came to rest as if I were pointing to the name Cushing on the cover. Suddenly she stopped talking and put her index finger near mine on the book.

“That’s it! Stormy might have Cushing’s! He’s panting, he’s got heat intolerance, increased thirst, potbelly and an elevated alkaline phosphatase. And remember he didn’t shed out this spring. Those are all symptoms of Cushing’s disease.”

My Nurse Practitioner wife may have figured it out first; I just knew the dog wasn’t right.

Happy Birthday, Country Doctor

July is my birthday month. This year is one year past my halfway mark; a year ago I had lived half my life in Sweden and half in the United States.

Over the past few years my interest in medical history and the philosophy of medicine has deepened. It may be something every physician goes through at my age, or it may just be my way of dealing with the ever-quickening pace of change and the seeming loss of values in medicine today.

I recently bought Osler’s “The Evolution of Modern Medicine” and had been contemplating getting Harvey Cushing’s Pulitzer-prize winning biography of Osler. Somehow I never got around to buying it, and life got busy enough that I forgot about it.

My birthday came, and my wife gave me a small gift. “Your big gift didn’t come yet”, she said. In a remote, small town you do a fair amount of shopping through catalogs or the Internet. I waited for a week, and then, talking to my wife on the phone at lunch, she happened to be going down to the mailbox while we were on the cell phone.

“Your birthday gift came”, she said. “Wait while I open the package”. Next, I heard rustling of paper, followed by “Oh, wow”, after which she said nothing for a long time.

“You are going to be so pleased”, she said, but she wouldn’t tell me anything more. I had waited a week for my big birthday present, and now I had to wait until the end of the day.

After supper, I unwrapped two big packages that were obviously books. I, too, said “wow” when I opened the second one. The first one was Volume II of Cushing’s biography of Sir William Osler. The second package contained Volume I, signed by Harvey Cushing himself! The used-book dealer had not even listed the book as signed by the author.

Looking at the massive, two-volume work by the founder of modern neurosurgery, I was touched by how much time and effort must have gone into it and by the obvious respect Cushing had for Osler. I was struck by Osler’s wide-ranging interests, passion for medical education and commitment to the medical profession. I have struggled my entire career with finding a balance between seeing patients and feeding my soul by studying and creating. Clearly, the giants of modern medicine took time for other things, and that did not diminish the importance of their clinical work.

As I now sit here, a 57-year old physician who has spent the last 31 years in this profession, I hold in my hand a book about Osler, signed by the author, Harvey Cushing himself, in 1926. I feel a renewed commitment to my life’s work, the only profession I ever considered from the age of four.

I feel very fortunate, indeed.

Meals on Wheels

Arthur Bloch has slowly been losing weight over the past six months. His thyroid function and all his routine labs are normal. He has had a chest x-ray, and he had a colonoscopy and an upper endoscopy a couple of years ago. He says his appetite isn’t what it used to be. He tells me he doesn’t have any trouble swallowing.

His Parkinson’s Disease is causing him to speak in a quiet, almost whispering voice, and his body movements and facial expressions are sparse. I have wondered if he might be depressed. He filled out a depression questionnaire a couple of months ago, and it was fairly unremarkable.

He and his wife, Zena, have had their share of health problems. Zena has become quite frail and has a mild dementia. Over the past few months, they have been set up with Meals on Wheels and homemaker services. Neither Arthur nor Zena drives anymore, and they are getting rides from the Senior Companion program. They usually come to each other’s appointment, in fact they seem inseparable and very devoted to each other.

Today, Arthur happened to be in alone. Zena was at the hairdresser’s. I reviewed his negative weight loss workup with him.

“I know why I am losing weight”, he declared. I looked quizzically at him. He continued:

“It’s the Meals on Wheels. Zena was always a wonderful cook and I ate like a king for fifty-two years, but with her dementia, she can’t cook anymore. She feels bad about it, but we have no other choice except Meals on Wheels. I don’t care for many of the meals, but I don’t want to say anything. That would just hurt her feelings. So I say I’m not hungry.”

“But you are hungry”, I concluded.

“Yes.” His eyes teared up.

“Can you get some desserts and instant breakfasts?”

“I suppose.”

The mystery of Arthur’s weight loss may be gone, but I am just as helpless with a diagnosis as I was without one.

“Treating to Target”

In medical school, as in any other educational endeavor, being good at test taking isn’t always the same as mastering one’s subject. Tests are easy to administer and their scores, particularly when multiple-choice questions are used, are indisputable and ideal for statistical analysis. Most people tend to agree that there is more to being a good doctor than scoring well on multiple-choice exams. Cultural competency, bedside manner, empathy and clinical problem solving often require other kinds of skills that don’t lend themselves as easily to numerical assessments.

As practicing physicians, we are constantly evaluated, and most of the time this involves the kinds of things that are easy to measure. Nobody is measuring how many years our patients with high cholesterol, hypertension, diabetes and obesity live before their first stroke or heart attack. Instead, we are often evaluated by how many of our patients reach treatment targets – certain levels of cholesterol, blood pressure, blood sugar and body mass index, as these numbers are thought to be approximations that indicate the same thing.

Human nature makes most people pay more attention to those things we are being scrutinized for. Numbers are easy to focus on. But there are problems when the numbers are viewed and pursued uncritically.

For example, two cholesterol medications lower LDL cholesterol to a similar degree, but one is proven to offer better heart attack protection than the other (Lipitor® versus Vytorin®). When physicians “treat to target”, they sometimes don’t help their patients get healthier at all, which was the topic of my very first blogpost.

The same applies to blood pressure medications; some of them prevent heart disease while some may actually increase the risk of cardiac disease and death.

A fundamental problem with treatment targets is how they are chosen. One example is the blood pressure target of 130/80 or less for diabetics. We have been held to this since 1992 as if it were handed down on the stone tablets along with the Ten Commandments. The UKPDS study in 1998 showed that lowering blood pressure for diabetics to a mean value of 144/82 reduced their cardiovascular risk. No study has actually proven that a blood pressure lower than 130/80 is ideal for diabetics with heart disease, and some have shown that pressures below 130/80 are linked not only to higher rates of serious medication side effects, but to an increased risk of death.

Yet I doubt the guidelines will change any time soon just because there are serious questions about their validity. Physicians who balance their professional judgment against the simplistic guidelines will continue to do so at their own peril.

An example of things that work, but cannot easily be measured, and therefore won’t be used to judge physicians’ performance is what diet our patients eat. Patients who eat olive oil have a 25% lower risk of heart disease than others, and patients aged 70-90 who follow a Mediterranean diet have a 50-60% lower risk of dying from heart disease and cancer than patients who eat a “regular” diet.

The Annals of Internal Medicine published an article from the Mayo Clinic last year, titled “Glycemic Control in Type 2 Diabetes: Time for an Evidence-Based About-Face?”. The authors summarize their viewpoints:

“Some diabetes guidelines set low glycemic control goals for patients with type 2 diabetes mellitus (such as a hemoglobin A1c level as low as 6.5% to 7.0%) to avoid or delay complications. Our review and critique of recent large randomized trials in patients with type 2 diabetes suggest that tight glycemic control burdens patients with complex treatment programs, hypoglycemia, weight gain, and costs and offers uncertain benefits in return. We believe clinicians should prioritize supporting well-being and healthy lifestyles, preventive care, and cardiovascular risk reduction in these patients. Glycemic control efforts should individualize hemoglobin A1c targets so that those targets and the actions necessary to achieve them reflect patients’ personal and clinical context and their informed values and preferences.”

The more pressure the pharmaceutical industry, insurance companies and healthcare administrators are under to prove the value patients get for their healthcare dollar, the more pressure we physicians will be under to adhere to numeric targets that others have chosen for us. And the more we concentrate on the numbers we are measured by, the greater the danger we won’t devote enough time and energy to doing the equally or more important things that nobody has figured out how to measure yet. We are at risk of acting like immature students, acing the multiple-choice questions but failing the hands-on clinicals. And this time our patients are not actors or volunteers, but sick people who come to us for help and advice in fighting their diseases.


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Osler said “Listen to your patient, he is telling you the diagnosis”. Duvefelt says “Listen to your patient, he is telling you what kind of doctor he needs you to be”.

 

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