Last Friday the National Institute for Health Care and Excellence (NICE) confirmed their decision not to approve National Health Service use of TDM1 (trade name Kadcyla), the chemo I've been having for over a year courtesy of a drug trial. The decision is purely down to cost. It pissed me, and a lot of other people, off. I didn't bother whinging about it here because you've heard it all before.
Today NICE continued in the same vein (pun intended) and turned down a drug for advanced prostate cancer. That thudding you can hear is the sound of people throughout the country banging their heads against walls.
A writer at The Telegraph sums it better than I ever could, so I'll stop going on about it here but if you do want to read more and get an idea of how disappointed and angry many people are then please read this.(By the way, if you do read it, maybe stay clear of the comments section as there are some right-wing nut jobs on the lose. Apart from my mate Tim that is, who valiantly took them on!)
I've been having a whale of a time lately with friends and family visiting, meals galore and the annual trip to the Shrewsbury Flower Show. It's just that all the craptasticness from NICE and my impending CT results (next Wednesday)have left me feeling a bit like this Flower Show exhibit:
Ah well, tomorrow is another day.