You, my beautiful miracle, have saved my life. Not in the ethereal way people will assume – you saved me rather literally. In 2017 I almost died, and while no one really noticed, it changed everything for me.
To showcase the many patient faces and how cannabis helps them, I put out a Twitter roll call asking why cannabis is your medicine.
This morning, while making my eggs, I had a panic attack. Heart racing, palms sweating, breath uneasy. Breakfast seems simple enough; toast the bread, scramble the eggs, butter the toast, peel the orange. So why the panic? Well you see I forgot to scramble my eggs before I turned on the frying pan. Yep, that’s …
Can we stop hating on people who need a little extra help?
For myself, and many living with chronic conditions and/or disabilities, the word ‘can’ is not as simple as the ability to complete a single task
As a medical cannabis patient I use the plant in a variety of forms on a daily basis. Unlike the average prescription in Canada, cannabis patients are left to prepare and dose their own medicine.
Chronic illnesses are like Pokemon, only you have no choice but to try and collect them all! Jokes aside, chronic conditions tend to run in packs, which requires people with them to make modifications to their daily routines. There is so much pressure…
My story isn’t a unique one in the cannabis community – an everyday person comes down with a chronic illness, leading them down the path to a medical marijuana license. Almost every ‘respectable’ cannabis professional is, or knows, a medical patient who opened their minds to the validity and power in using cannabis as a tool for healing.