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In October, my mother, a 74 year old elegant lady full
of beauty, died due to the effects of liver, lung and
breast cancer. She first contracted breast cancer in
1993. They wanted to take both boobs, put her on chemo
and some god awful drug I can't recall, but she did
neither of the above. Using only natural methods, she
beat back the cancer for a dozen years, and back then
the survival rate was much lower than it is today.
This is a lady who never touched a drug or smoked a
single cigarette in her life, and exercised in front
of the TV starting from Jack Lalanne in the 50's all
the way up until 60 days before her passing, never
bigger than a size 9, even on her deathbed her hands
looked like the hands of a 38 year old woman due to
her diligence in always wearing gloves while driving
for as long as I can remember. Growing up as a boy and
all the way into her 70's, I constantly heard from
others about how pretty my mom was, she was that kind
of timeless beauty. My grandmother, my mom's mom, died
last year at age 96. Her passing really stressed my
mom out even though I tried to remind her how lucky
she was to still have her mom in her 70's, NOBODY
still has their mom when their in their 70's, The rest
of the family said amongst ourselves, "what's our mom
going to live to with how well she takes care of
herself, 118?"
She took immaculate care of herself more so than any
woman I have ever met old or young and still her body
betrayed her.. Twice.
In Feb of this year she was told the cancer had spread
to her lungs and liver and had 8 months to live, there
was nothing they could do and she should get her
affairs in order.
On Oct 7th, the family was convened for a meeting with
a social worker from Hospice. I had no idea what
"Hospice" was and was shocked to my foundations when
this fellow started talking funeral homes and
cremation services for my mom, basically preparing us
for her death, I decide I had heard enough and went
upstairs to where my mom was lying. She was lying in a
bed at home, looking miserable and frightened,
underweight. There's no feeling more helpless than
watching your mom starve to death in front of your
eyes knowing there's nothing "modern medicine" can do
for her. She could not keep food down and was slowly
withering away. They had anti nausea drugs but she did
not respond to them, ie, didn't want to take them,
they were either pills or suppositories. For her
nausea they gave her a suppository! She looked like
she would not last another 48 hours. I told her "I
have something in the truck that might help you.."
I brought a bong and heat gun up to my moms room with
the permission and blessing of the family, to my
amazement, because all along I'm thinking, "How the
hell is everyone gonna take THIS" and "How is everyone
else going to think of me when I give her THIS"? But
at this point, after seeing her lying in bed looking
so miserable, my feeling was "What does she have to
lose?"
She could not draw any vapor herself into the bong,
her lungs were too weak to do it herself, so I drew
some vapor of a powerful San Diego strain called
Bullrider into the bong for her , pulled the stem and
let her take her first tiny, gentle breaths of
marijuana.
To everyone's astonishment, including my moms, she
began rubbing her stomach..I asked her how she felt.
She said "I feel a little woozy but my stomach feels
better!" She was eating minutes later and...the woman
was literally pulled out of the grave for two weeks
before passing peacefully and without pain medication
of any kind on Oct 2oth. On Oct. 7th she looked like
she wasn't going to live 48 hours, then along came...a
medication so gentle to her that she never coughed
once, not ONCE, so easy to take but very, very
powerful and helped her with not just one ailment but
six, simultaneously.
After eating her first food in a while, she regained
her some
strength and instead of needing help to get to the
bathroom, got up under her own power and began walking
herself. Her voice started sounding better, the change
in her was nothing short of a miracle. Within seconds
of a few gentle breaths of MJ vapor, she eliminated
her nausea, increased her appetite, was able to keep
the food she ate down as a result, turned back on her
will to live, made whatever pain she was feeling go
away for awhile naturally, not a single
contra-indication to the body, and most of all, every
bit of anxiety she was feeling about this whole cancer
ordeal was gone, GONE. What pill can Glaxo possibly
create in a lab that effectively treats so many things
at once, within seconds of taking, while being so
gentle to the body? She never developed a physical
jones for MJ the way some people develop an addiction
to Vicodin or other pain killers. When her friends
came by to visit she would say "I'm on pot and it's
GREAT!"
When she came "off" the vape, she was just left
feeling normal and happy, no harsh comedown or
physical dependency craving of any kind. She used to
believe stoners talked like Jeff Spicoli when they
were "high", but when I asked her if she felt "out of
it" when she was high she said, "not at all, this is
wonderful!, thank you for knowing about this" My
father, equally chemical free his whole life, told me
after seeing what MJ did for his wife of 52 years
"Thank you for your wayward youth" They both tried it
together and got a huge laugh out of it "I can't
believe we waited 52 years to do this!" Even my mom's
81 year old sister, suffering from migraines her
entire life, tried a vape and it reduced the effects
of her migraine as well as her medicine. She instantly
became a fan.
Another benefit to the family and not just her was
that she was always totally lucid, and never once was
"out of it", even when she was "high" right after
vaping. Her turnaround was a miracle happening right
in front of our eyes. So at ease now with her cancer
she begins talking of having vape arounds with the
girls during their bunko night. She was talking
coherently up until the final day . We joked with her
that if she could beat back the cancer she will end up
moving to OB with dad to a house with a south facing
yard where she could grow her own pot, and nobody
disagreed, that would have been completely in
character for her. But the cancer had other plans.
Others in the family began asking me questions I never
thought I'd hear, like from my dad's brother, the
straightest arrow you'll ever meet, "Can I give you
some money to get
your Mom some more pot?" I was beyond blown away. I
couldn't believe what I was hearing, but whatever
opinions on MJ he had before, did 180 degree turn
after seeing what it did for my mother. Walking
through the house with a pocketful of stinky weed,
carrying a bong filled with ice up the stairs to my
moms room in full view of the entire family with their
encouragement was on the list of something I never
thought I'd experience, but everyone knew what it was
doing for our mother, it's happening right in front of
their faces and undeniable in its effectiveness.
Every child who loves their parents always has big
dreams about doing something really nice and
extraordinary for them someday, buy them a house,
whatever it may be, and when my mom was dying the
biggest regret I had was that I was never prosperous
enough to really do anything special for her, and she
always gave
to me, right up until her death, and it really
saddened me that she was dying before I could really
do something nice for her. Which brings me to the most
wonderful, valuable part of this whole experience.
Two days after starting on the vape my mom held my
hand as tenderly as I've ever felt her do so and told
me "You saved my life, I want to live now" What could
I have possibly bought for her that is more valuable
than that? I couldn't believe I waited until the last
two weeks of her life to give her the greatest gift a
son can give, the Sultan Of Brunei himself could not
afford what I gave her. All the money in the money in
the world could't buy that gift, but astonisingly it
came with a $20 glass bong, some donated weed, and a
$30 dollar heat gun.
For the family it was a great relief to have a lot of
extra peace knowing that she died an elegant,
beautiful death instead of a morphine drip,"out of it"
dirty death. I've had Vicodin and morphine, they are
not medicine, they are required sometimes, but they
are poison and millions have terrible, physical
addictions to both, most unneccesarily so if they had
acccess to MJ.
Friends that sell or grow weed all stepped in to help
my mom. One of my dear friends came over to see my mom
in her last two weeks of MJ recovery with some weed
and told her that as long as she needed it, she could
have all the weed she wanted for free. Another friend
who sells the powerful Bullrider gave me a bag of
dynamite shake and said "give this to your mom." The
generosity was so beautiful, and the relief so clear
to everyone, these people might be considered "drug
dealers " by the ignorant but these two were primarily
responsible for adding two comfort filled weeks to my
moms life. True American patriots in my and my
family's eyes, as they are helping their own with the
greatest gift imaginable, giving our mother genuine
comfort in her last days
and amazing dignity in death, and the whole family
felt better.
Their gift of medicine only gave my mom and the rest
of the family more relief and peace than I can
possibly express to you in words. The more I saw MJ
work its miracles, the more furious I became at the
enabling of a genocide that takes place every year, to
our own people.
It's no wonder there is a jihad taking place in this
country vs. marijuana. It really is too good for its
own good. Vaping marijuana single-handedly added two
weeks to my mothers life when she had only hours to
live and allowed her to die a beautiful anxiety free,
peaceful death, not only giving her comfort but the
entire family comfort as well knowing SHE was
comfortable. I've never heard this mentioned like this
before but the quality of death you provide for a
loved one will help you feel a lot more at ease and at
peace with their passing than you can possibly
imagine. In spite of being ravaged by three different
cancers, she didn't take a single prescription pain
pill, didn't need to.
After seeing what MJ did for my mother there can be
only one conclusion. The 500,000 deaths that take
place due to cancer each year can all be postponed and
some indefinitely through vaping marijuana in addition
to other natural means, acupuncture, herbs, exercise.
If my mom had started vaping in February when she
started losing weight instead of hours before dying,
I'm certain she would have added a year to her life
and would have had a chance to beat it all together.
There is a compound in MJ that inhibits tumor growth,
and tons of other benefits.
You don't need a pill for everything because
everything you need to get better can be found outside
a hospital and pharmacy. We have to be crazy to not
let out citizens grow and purchase MJ if they needed
to, but if you're a powerful drug company you would be
threatened by something that benefits so many
different ailments that can be grown in any climate
and matures 120 days from seed. The drug companies
would lose billions.
If we ever get a President that is genuinely
interested in saving thousands of lives, they would
set aside large acres of land for the top 25 breeders
in the US, give them lifetime immunity from
prosecution, then permit them to grow massive numbers
of individuals for breeding with the freedom to
collect as many clones and seeds from other parts of
the world to inbreed with their existing breeding
stock, let them shareŠ When you come up for air just a
few years later, the MJ genepool would take a huge
leap forward in potency and there would be so much
quality herb for every imaginable ailment.
The money from properly taxing the herb would pay for
healthcare for every American while reducing existing
burdens.
Let anyone who needs clones be allowed to purchase
them through a regulated system similar to the one the
Dutch enjoy. While we're at it we can work on
producing better hemp plants for the other multi
billion dollar industry that is gathering dust. We
will always need oil, but a portion of every drop of
Saudi oil we buy goes to killing Americans. The
biggest leap forward in the war on terror would be to
make us independent of Saudi oil. Hemp is the answer
for our fuel needs and its cousin is the salvation for
our medical needs.
I had my appendix out last year and the hospital
charged me $30,000. They took out appendix and charged
me $30,000! For not even 24 hours in the hospital!
What the hell!
I think before we forcefeed democracy at gunpoint to
others we should fix our hopelessly dysfunctional
"democracy" here. Let's start with our disastrous,
parasitic healthcare system that would rather enslave
our citizens to prescription drugs than encourage
those who need it to grow a medicine with dozens of
potential uses that is so gentle to the body, yet so
clearly effective and lifesaving.
The thing I find truly sad is that everyone, EVERYONE
who actively lobbies to keep marijuana out of our
hands will have a family member acquire cancer. Every
single one of them. If they had any idea of what
marijuana could do for their lives
while they have cancer or a host of other maladies
they would feel such shame for what they have done
that they would spend the rest of their lives atoning
for the amount of people harmfully affected by their
actions, which is considerable when you mention that
in just the last raid the scumbag feds snaked 45
pounds of MJ meant for people like my mother. They
didn't even arrest the people running the compassion
clubs, knowing that
they have no chance of getting a conviction in this
state for growing MJ for med use. The bullying is
coming at someone's behest.
God will not have mercy on your souls for the damage
your have done to your own people gentlemen. The Feds
out here are raiding compassion clubs saying they are
fronts for selling marijuana but everyone who smokes
pot knows where to get it, it's the people who get
sick who don't know anyone with weed that they are
slowly killing, and how sad is it to watch these
ignorant asshole elected officials enable the slow
yearly genocide of their own citizenry, all for a
buck. If they only knew what me and my whole family
knew they would become active pimps for national
medical MJ legislation, as I have, there's no way you
COULDN'T after seeing what our family witnessed in
Oct.
The raids that took place two weeks ago at some
compassion clubs here in town were just disgraceful.
The feds claim people were selling weed without
prescriptions (lie) and that some were charging 3 and
4 times the street price. Like anyone would pay $150,
$200 for an eighth. They say it's a gateway drug but
no one ever smokes pot and wants to do coke or meth.
But how many people want a line of something white
after they are buzzed on alcohol? I did it plenty of
times and it ruined my life for three years.
With the drug lobby encouragement, our government
spent 80 million dollars to go after the always
violent and dangerous online bong dealer. Operation
Pipe Dreams, your tax dollars in action. WTF are they
thinking? How comforting to know that in this time of
heightened security and concerns over what terrorists
might do to us, that our government is spending tax
payer money to handle the roach clip threat. Crytal
meth is ruining our towns and they are concentrating
on the pot smoker? There is not a single homeless
person on skid row who is there because they could not
get a sack of weed. Alcohol, meth, heroin and cocaine
lead the way to skidrow and crime, not MJ. Can you
remember the last time you heard of anyone who has
ever had to rob a liquor store or turn to other crime
because they needed to smoke weed so badly? No one
will ever be wheeled into an emergency room in cardiac
arrest due to an overdose of MJ. There won't be a
single mangled car on the highway tonight because a
driver had a toke before getting in the car. No one
will miss work tomorrow because they smoked pot the
night before. Police will not have to respond to a
couple having a violent fight because they are smoking
pot. In spite of all the evidence which should be as
clear as the balls on a great dane to our lawmakers,
the power of the prescription drug lobby is
frightening and betrays what's left of our pitiful
"democracy"
Fight the power and tell everyone you know who has
cancer, AIDS, MS, migrains, cronic pain and epilepsy
about the possibility of vaping MJ for relief. What
you will get back is immeasurable and the greatest
gift you can give another human being. Break down
whatever "walls" you think exist in your family
regarding MJ use and pass this along to them if they
have an ailment that could be mitigated by vaping MJ.
After all our futile efforts to enlighten our
citizen's about the evils of MJ use, the rate of adult
Americans and Dutch adults that smoke pot are
identical, but fewer Dutch teenagers smoke pot than
American teenagers, go figure that one out Mr.
Ashcroft. Further illustrating our governments
colossal ignoring of the facts
taking the health of its citizens with it for the sake
of someone else's bottom line.
On the back of the prayer card we handed out at the
celebration of my mom's life, there are these words
that my sister found after her death, from Henry Scott
Holland (1847-1918) Canon of St Paul's Cathedral which
sums up our mom's perspective succinctly.
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the same way which
you always used
Put no difference on your voice
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be forever the household
word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effect, without
trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind because I
am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near round the corner
All is well.
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