Meanwhile, Medical Marijuana…

One of the first things I did, after getting my diagnosis and prognosis, was to get a medical marijuana card here in Oregon.  The process isn’t simple.  I got written approval from my oncologist, who I suspect feels bad because there isn’t anything else she can do for me.  Then I filed a bunch of papers with the State of Oregon, including a check for $250, and they mailed me a card after a month.  This card gets me into any medical marijuana dispensary in the State of Oregon for one year.  All weed is legal now in Oregon, so we’ll see how the process itself changes in 2016.

I’m a child of the 60s, so it freaks me out a little to have this stuff around, but God, it’s actually legal.  Never thought I’d see the day.

Let me tell you, this is not at all what we had in the “old days”.  Not at all. No pipe, no papers, no smoke.   I got what I needed for my cancer, a concentrated oil with a very high percentage of CBD that is an element of the herb which helps heal tumors, or at least that’s what I was told.  I could see the recommended amount, the size of a head of a pin of this thick resiny stuff that comes out of the end of a syringe type holder, and thought, hey, I’m cool, I’m good, I know my way around dope, I’ll just take a little more.

Wrong.  Very wrong.

I was stoned out of my mind for over 8 hours, and for 3 of those hours, I could not walk or even move.  That’s called couch lock.  Even has a name.  Scared the shit out of me.  Good news:  You cannot die from an overdose of marijuana.  You don’t stop breathing.

Walking into the realm of medical marijuana takes some trial and error, I’ve found.  What works, what doesn’t.  What I’ve heard is this:  if I take some of this every day, all the way to couch lock, for 3 months, my tumors will be gone.  Yup, that’s the story on the street these days.  Lots of stories floating around attesting to this.  But I wouldn’t be able to drive, to speak to people, to do anything at all for my family life.  Plus it’s exhausting for me.  I try one day, and have to sleep for days afterwards.  That’s the kidney cancer effect.

My oncology naturopath suggested taking it at night before bed, because couch lock?  Who cares.  The fatigue factor is still there, however.

Guess what my Tibetan healer’s first words were to me?  Try cannabis daily, to the maximum level you can tolerate, and don’t miss a single day, for months.  Well, that surprised me, opened that door back up.

So, now I’m back to this option again, in a more serious way.  I tried a drop 1/2 the size of a head of a pin, and that worked just fine, so maybe that’s the ticket out of here.  We’ll see.  I’ll let you know.  If I seem a little strange, you’ll know why.

I’ll send smoke signals, too, along the way.  Because hey, it’s legal!