The day of reckoning for 2007 has now come and gone for the FDA to review the medication rimonabant. Rimonabant is also known as Acomplia in Europe and other countries and Zimulti was then name it was to have in the United States. June 13th, the FDA voted against recommending this medication to hit the USA pharmacies. What does this mean for Sanofi-Aventis and what does the future of this medication look like for the United States?
Rimonabant has been past by many European countries for the treatment of obesity. It works differently than most other diet medications as well as has some possible benefits. Basically put, Rimonabant works by blocking receptors in the brain that are responsible for food cravings. When you’re eating less, it means generally you are consuming fewer calories and thus you lose weight. Some of the other potential benefits of this drug are that it has been shown to increase the “good” cholesterol while reducing “bad” cholesterol and has shown promise for helping smokers kick the habit.
While we don’t know all that went on in the FDA meeting, we do know that some of the issues that where brought up about this medication. One of the big obstacles they had issues with was its possible psychiatric side effects including suicidal influences. The FDA panel was not satisfied with the amount of feedback they had regarding this medication. And most likely they will keep an eye on it including watching the feedback coming in from other doctors around the world. It looks likely that a 50 month trail will then determine if this medication will be accepted into the USA market, a trail that would not be complete until 2010. The FDA had been scrutinized in the past for allowing drugs to hit the USA pharmacies in what some considered a too short of a study period. I suppose with such a possible popular medication such as Acomplia, that the FDA did not want to overlook all aspects of this medication before ever accepting it in the USA.
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