What we are now seeing, perhaps as an unnerving symptom of the Coalition's austerity drive as it continues to look for ways to reduce the deficit, is a question mark over whether treating cancer patients who can't be cured is worth the money.
It's here again: Blue Monday - the start of the third week in January is allegedly the most depressing day of the year. There's no actual scientific evidence to back this up but it's the kind of theory that feels true whether there's any real science behind it or not.
I know that most of my female friends and family members hate their bodies to varying degrees in a way that the blokes I know just don't. Not to the same bottomless extent, anyway. And it makes me indescribably sad. How else could we be spending that time?!
It's the most wonderful time of the year. And whilst devouring sprouts and our annual rendition of Away in a Manger come a close second, the best thing about the festive season is undoubtedly the chance to gather with family and friends and to reflect on all that has happened over the year.
We already know from research that dogs can detect prostate cancer - what we don't know is whether prostate and breast cancer smell different. This was something that I knew Walk the Walk would want to help with so when Medical Detection Dogs were planning a major study into breast cancer detection and needed help with funding the study, we jumped at it.
A study released by Bupa found that a considerable number of cancer patients are choosing to go it alone and keep friends and family in the dark about their diagnosis and treatment, in order to protect them.
Epigenetics is a really exciting, relatively young, field that looks at molecular changes on DNA which tell the cell how the genes should be read. It might be easier to imagine the DNA code as the script of a play, epigenetics are like notes in the margin telling the actor or director how to interpret and enact that script.
I found myself just crying for no real reason, I couldn't sleep, I'd often wake up with tears streaming down my face and I found it really difficult to articulate what was going on. Mortality had smacked me in face again and at least some part of me felt shattered, whether that be my loss of innocence, my sense of who I was, my view on time, my view on what next.
Within the whirlwind that was the first two weeks of my sister being diagnosed she was informed about being tested for the gene mutations BRCA one and two. As my mum had also died reasonably young from the disease and we had reason to believe it was on both her mother and fathers side of the family it seemed very possible that the gene resided in our family.
What if there were breast cancer drugs that we knew worked but patients couldn't use them? What if these drugs were inexpensive and clinically proven to make a difference, but our 'red tape' meant that they were not made routinely available to patients? ... These questions are unfortunately far from hypothetical.
Today is the day that hundreds of thousands of supporters, scientists and people affected by breast cancer across the UK embark on a common and colourful mission, striving passionately to beat this dreadful disease through funding ground-breaking research.
Just as each year we proudly wear Poppy pins to commemorate the individuals who fought in battles for this great nation, so too must we remember those who have lost, are fighting and are yet to fight the greatest battle of their lives against breast cancer
Unfortunately, the heart-breaking reality is that when breast cancer spreads to another part of the body it (currently) cannot be cured. This painful fact is one seemingly unbeknown to most. Recent statistics released by Breast Cancer Campaign showed that less than a quarter of Britons are aware that when breast cancer spreads it becomes incurable.
According to Breast Cancer UK 331,000 people a year were diagnosed with cancer in 2011 in the UK only, that's around 910 people every day, or 38 people every hour. It's so common now that unfortunately 30% of us will experience cancer at some point in our life.
My son found a lump in my breast when he was just three years old. He kept coming to me and putting his head on my right breast and stroking it. I kept thinking, 'What are you doing?' I had a look at my breast, thinking maybe it was something pre-menstrual. I was fit and healthy with no history of breast cancer. I was floored when I was given a breast cancer diagnosis.
Breast Cancer Care recently surveyed women and men affected by secondary breast cancer, which cannot be cured. We wanted to establish if they were in pain because of the side effects of their cancer and treatment. Shockingly, we found that 90% of them were, many of them on a near daily basis.