Getting a cancer diagnosis is something that has to be experienced to particularly be able to articulate respectfully.
I remember when the doctor told myself and others that I had cancer.
Going in for lower back pain only to get a cancer diagnosis was not on the menu when I went to the doctor. To say I was stunned would be a gross understatement. With the help I get at our local cannabis spot, I’m getting through treatment better than I’d hoped. It’s a lucky thing that recreational marijuana and medical marijuana are legal in our state. For our situation, that meant I didn’t have to jump through the hoops to get a medical marijuana card. Of course, had that been the case I would have done whatever I had to do to get medical marijuana. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case because I was in treatment not even a month after our initial diagnosis. The doctor advocated that I get to the cannabis dispensary without delay to get the marijuana products that would help myself and others through treatment. And I did not delay in doing so. However, I was a bit overwhelmed emotionally as well as pragmatically as I tried to readjust to a new reality. The people at the local cannabis spot could not have been more helpful, kind and appealing to me. I just about lost it in there as the gravity of what was happening keeps hitting myself and others at the most random of times. But the staff at the marijuana supplier just collectively held myself and others up and assured myself and others that the sativa and indica samples they were getting myself and others would help. And so far, they could not have been more accurate.