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Originally Posted by BestXXXPorn
My father passed away from cancer a couple years ago. During his death spiral he was on Fentanyl for the pain. He couldn't eat anything, he was always depressed, he couldn't sleep well, he was hurting... bad. Now look up that drug, it's 100 times more potent than morphine and 100 times more addictive than heroine... and my father was on two patches of that shit....
I took care of my father for the four month death spiral... two months in I told him he was smoking a joint with me and that was the end of it. For the first time I saw him smile, laugh, joke, reminisce about his younger days, then he ate some of the strawberry rhubarb pie my cousin had made and slept for 6 hours straight.
FUCK anyone who doesn't say it has medicinal purposes... Smoking weed was the best thing my father did in his final days and it afforded me the opportunity to spend some quality time with him. Without it he would have been a fucking zombie laying in bed.
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That's awesome man!
(not the passing away part of course)
I'm convinced ganja saved my life. It completely turned me around and saved me from a life in Hell with booze and scrip drugs. Lamotrigine, Lithium, Paxil, Valium, Wellbutrin, Ambien, Lunesta, Oxy, Percocet, Vicodin, and more.... all gone now. My insomnia is fixed. My pain is lessened. My manic depressive cycles are manageable. And I feel fucking fantastic. I feel like I'm 15 years younger.
I smoke a couple hits per day, that's it. So, there isn't anything anyone can say that's going to convince me it's some sort of "evil drug" that warrants prison time. If going out to my front yard and eating some tulips accomplished the same things, I'd be eating tulips instead. (until the gov made tulips illegal that is).
