To anyone who pronounces the title of this post as ‘medsun’, please step away from the blog now. It’s med-i-cine. God I hate that.
We discovered on Friday that B’s radiotherapy and chemotherapy will almost certainly happen under the NHS rather than his private insurance. This is because his insurance has an annual limit, and the price of beating a high-grade tumour into submission is not cheap.
To give you some idea, here is a small shopping list.
- 1 top brain surgeon for a 5 hour procedure, £3,000
- 1 anaesthetist for the above procedure, £1,200
- 1 MRI, £2,000
- 6 weeks radiotherapy & chemotherapy, £50,000
- Each consultation with a neurosurgeon, neurologist or oncolocist, around £300
Add to this – theatre fees, private hospital accommodation, pathology and histology.
We are extremely lucky that we live in a country where we can be confident that B’s radio/chemotherapy under the NHS will be the same as it would have been if undertaken privately. The only difference is that he’ll be attending the Royal Marsden in Sutton rather than in central London. As it will no doubt be occurring during the Olympics, this is no small blessing.
I did research MRIs and and have found them available on the internet for £200, but I assume this is a cut ‘n’ shut machine made from leftover parts, and probably requires some squinting to interpret the scans. The machines cost around £1,000,000 new. I did find one for sale on eBay but B says that if we get one, the treadmill has to go.
I also investigated B’s chemotherapy drug, Temozolomide, but it doesn’t seem to have a ‘Boots own brand’ version. The drug name behind the brand is Temodal, which always reminds me of ‘Dr. Fünke’s 100% Natural Good-Time Family Band Solution’ from Arrested Development. Melissa Waniarcha may be the only reader who knows what I mean. ‘There’s no I in Teamocil, at least not where you think’.