Prostate and immigration | The Press

“No relation!” “, my granddaughter Béré would say of the two words in this title. Indeed, my dear, no connection!

On the other hand, I would easily imagine MM. Legault and St-Pierre Plamondon detect new arguments to explain to us a little more the horrors of immigration.

Like, the overflow of immigrants could have a deleterious effect on the health of our prostates. After recently learning that the influx of immigrants discouraged Quebecers’ desire to procreate, according to PSPP, this would be the last straw!

I will inform you of a possible conflict of interest concerning me in the following, but there is no money involved, so it is manageable…

A couple of weeks ago, Isabelle Hachey explained to us the existing doubt about the real effectiveness for men of being tested to find out if they are attacked by prostate cancer. The statistics she presented to us are strictly accurate.

So, as they say in France, she made me question my own words to encourage our males to be examined. I realized that maybe I needed to refine the message. The problem is that refinement has never been my greatest distinguishing mark…

I was diagnosed with this cancer six years ago, and I had to say goodbye to my beloved prostate. A mourning, even if our relationships were fragmentary until then.

A prostate is small, it’s discreet, but it’s dense and it leads a lot. We must not underestimate his work and, it is fair to say, it grabs you by the crotch…

So I ended my five-year remission period a few months ago with a lunch with my doctor urologist. I would be cured, in principle.

To illustrate my lack of subtlety: mayor of Quebec, a month after my operation and at my first meeting with the media, I proclaimed loud and clear that I was “cured”.

Four weeks, the miracle, toé!

This statement quickly earned me the big eyes of the uro doctor… I seriously confused him by contradicting science, which speaks of a period of five years for the famous remission.

As I didn’t really feel like putting myself at odds with universal knowledge, and to protect my doc’s reputation, at the next meeting with the same media, I asked them to get me out of the mess by returning to the subject and specifying that, no, I was not “cured”, but “on the way” in the next five years, if all went well.

Phew! Sorry again, dear Frédéric…

Another statistical reality, according to the Procure organization of which I am one of the ambassadors, is that nearly 1,000 Quebecers (950) die from this disease in Quebec each year, while 6,500 are diagnosed with it.

A thousand is more than ten times the population of Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs, all the same!

When I speak publicly about this cancer, I use crude vocabulary, bordering on indecency, almost pornographic. It has to be because of this taboo regarding diminished sexual abilities following prostate removal, a subject that terrorizes guys.

So, no choice, we have to wake them up, the little guys, because they are slow, these dear ones, do not understand quickly, and are poorly licked when we attack their extraordinary virility! So, nothing better than talking about sex to wake up the beast!

All this to explain to you that I decided to make an effort to add a little polish to my calls.

The main risk factor associated with this cancer is having family members affected in the past, or more recently. According to Procure, this history increases the risk of developing prostate cancer by two to four times. So, in these conditions, and at the age of 50-55, you should get tested, boys, you are in the abacus and your number could come up…

For me, if my memory had not failed and I had remembered at the time that a few members of my family had been affected by this cancer, there is not a statistic in the world that would have prevented me from run to my doctor much earlier to have my finger put where you know…

Okay, enough of the eroticism!

Now, immigration.

I have in my entourage some young French people who immigrated to Quebec a few years ago or more recently.

I describe them to you: in their twenties, educated, French-speaking obviously, occupying very well-paid jobs that Quebecers could not fill, and they are very well housed, and at great expense.

They love Quebec, completely embrace our culture and will improve the statistics on the number of users of our language in every way.

These, it seems to me, are very good attributes for the future of the nation!

They are currently taking steps to obtain their citizenship here. When they explain to me their trampling through government administrative mazes, my attention deficit kicks in and I develop a headache…

These young people are currently experiencing great anxiety since the Quebec government paused the acceptance of new permanent immigrants. And for some, they wonder if they will be forced to leave Quebec, one of these four.

I don’t know if their fears are justified, but it all seems humanly unacceptable to me.

There is now a strong consensus on the idea that we must control immigration in Quebec much more rigorously. That said, can we imagine that temporary immigrants who already contribute to the well-being of our communities would one day be expelled from Quebec?

This seems improbable to me.

Could I ask our government to send the appropriate signals to relieve the anxiety of these young people?

Thank you, to I don’t know who, for reassuring them, and myself if possible in passing, I feel involved.

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