Skip to comments.The cancer drug: Cancer opens one's eyes to the many facets of marijuana
Posted on 12/28/2007 1:53:33 PM PST by Lurking Libertarian
Ahh, cancer. One learns so much from being diagnosed with a death-sentence disease. Of course, 95% of it is stuff you would rather not know, but that other 5% is downright interesting. For example, "America's Next Top Model" is much more fun to watch when you've lost 15 pounds without trying. During chemotherapy, vanilla smells good, but vanilla wafers taste disgusting. And eyelashes really do have a purpose; without them, my eyes are a dust magnet.
But the most compelling fact I learned was about my friends. Not just what you would expect: how they cooked for my family and picked up my kids and took me to doctors and pretended not to notice how bad I looked and, most important, that I could not -- cannot -- survive without them.
No, what really shocked me was how many of my old, dear, married, parenting, job-holding friends smoke pot. I am not kidding. People I never expected dropped by to deliver joints and buds and private stash. The DEA could have set a security cam over my front door and made some serious dents in the marijuana trade. The poets and musicians were not a surprise, but lawyers? CEOs? Republicans? Across the ideological spectrum, a lot of my buddies are stoners. Who knew?
When I surfaced from my chemo haze enough to care about anyone else, I was curious. Why do so many 40- and 50-somethings still get high? I asked my suppliers. Pain was the No. 1 answer. Not just the psychic angst of being mothers and fathers to teenagers, but real physical pain. We're all beginning to fall apart, and for those who imbibe, a couple of tokes really take the edge off the sciatica, rotator cuff injuries, irritable bowel syndrome and migraines.
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I think there is an enormous not too sub-culture of drug use in this country. You only know about the ones you hear about, but every so often I find out someone ora couple are raving alcoholics/ drug abusers, and there must be so many more than I hear about. We have raised a huge culture of people who do a lot of unwise stuff and they do not want to hear about any of the consequences.
Not surprising at all, I know many professionals that smoke. "Reefer Madness" hysteria is nothing more than hype to keep it illegal.
“Not surprising at all, I know many professionals that smoke.”
I thought dopers were only losers who lived in trailer parks and didn’t have a job.
I take it you're part of the 'pot is a stepping stone' crowd?
My city in Indiana had 2 attorneys arrested in the past year for manufacturing and selling meth, and a pharmacist arrested for stealing Vicodin.
I never knew they taught recreational pharmacology in Law school.
I’m part of the drugs are for assholes crowd.
Nah...only the ones that vote Democrat, LOL!
How about a beer, or glass of wine once in a while?
I think I see what crowd you are a part of..
A simple "Yes" or "No" response would be an adequate response.
My son is a pharmacy student. They have safe drugs that isolate the active ingredients in pot that does everything that pot does only better, but doesn’t get you high. They can’t give it away.
But I just flushed it down the drain. I wanted my brain to feel the pain so it would issue orders to kill the cause of the pain. Something killed the cancer.. the doctors didn't think they did it with their treatments.
Then a year and 4 months ago I had a brain tumor and was diagnosed terminal. Again I did not take the pain drugs (narcotics) the doctors prescribed.
You see I figure it this way. The human mind has the ability to issue orders for organs to kill all sorts of bad things that invade ones body. But the brain can't be stoned and pain free. It will not know it needs to do it.
So twice in my life multiple doctors have been wrong. The first time I was told to come home and get ready to die. That was going on 11 years ago.
The second time I was so bad they just told my next of kin to put me in a nursing home until I died.
But I am alive and cancer free. I let my undrugged subconsconscious brain issue the orders that killed the cancer in my body.
Ah yes.. Fool your body into thinking there is nothing wrong.. that way it won't do anything to fix the problem that causes the pain. But you won't care because you are stoned.
Safe? It's impossible to die from smoking pot. You'd pass out long before you got a dangerous dose.
On the other hand, it's probably possible to die from swallowing a whole bottleful of the 'safe' drug.
It is none of its damn business provided I do not harm another citizen in the process.
Anyone that thinks the Government is actually doing anything to curb the drug trade is living in la-la land. Americans that want to use dope are going to use it. The only thing that the "War on Drugs" is creating are a bunch of criminals through its legislation.
I simply cannot take any drug warrior seriously when tobacco, alcohol and even abortion are on the table legally.
I’m also one of the lucky one’s, although I did lose a fourth of my left lung.
My ex wasn’t so lucky. Neither were two of my neighbors. They all died of lung cancer.
Seemed funny to me that so many of us in such a small area were struck with lung cancer. Then one of my Dr’s told me that radon gas is the leading cause of lung cancer.
Wow. What a story.
Did you do anything else to achieve that or just no pain meds?
Smoke enough of anything and you will die of lung cancer. You will find it lots of fun as in terrible pain, you drown in your own blood as the cancer eats through the artery allowing most of the blood your heart pumps to go into your lungs.
In those final horrible seconds make sure you think.. I'm so glad I smoked all that Pot!!!!
Back in 1997 I was diagnosed in late July at the Cleveland Clinic. I was told there was no chance.. It was inoperable, the tumor was wrapped around my aorta. The standard treatment was Chemo(Cisplatin) and it was their views that would not even prolong my life in my condition. I was told to go home and prepare to die.
My response was to go to the James Cancer Center at Ohio State in Columbus. OH. They told me the same thing.
A week later, in desperation, I went to my local hospital and saw Dr. Ralph Roach who is an Oncologist. He offered the option of an experimental Chemo. He said it had an 85 percent chance of killing me before it killed the cancer and a 15 percent chance of killing the cancer before it killed me. If it did not work I would likely be dead in about 2 months. The decision was 4 months with no chance or perhaps 2 months with a 15 percent chance.
I took the 15 percent chance of the experimental Chemo.. The Dr. prescribed oxycontin ... as much as I wanted, and Zoloft which is an anti depressant.
I never took the pain medicince or anti depressants. I suffered the pain and the terrible side effects of the Chemo. I did not take the anti nausia pills he gave me either.
Nine weeks into the experimental Chemo the tumor was half its original size. After fifteen weeks it was 1/4 its original size. Dr Roach then switched me to the standard treatment of radiation and chemo.
On Christmas Day of 1997 my children helped me out of bed and to the dining room table. I took a sip of coffee and asked them to help me back to bed. A week later I started to feel just a tiny bit better. Until then each day had been worse than the previous day. But ten days after Christmas I could walk with out help.
Nine weeks later the cat scan and blood tests showed I was cancer free.
About 9 years later I ran into a General Surgeon who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer while doing his residency. He was in his late 20s at the time. He too elected for experimental Chemo and survived. When I met him I was 9 years and he was 14 years cancer free.
I told him of my belief that it was my own body and mind that turned the odds from 85/15 against me to more like 15/85 in my favor. I was surprised when he agreed with me. He said not only in his own case, but in hundreds of other cancer patients upon whom he had performed operations, the ones that chose to confront the cancer nearly always survived and those that tried to escape its symptoms nearly always died.
Dr Roach had told me years earlier that in his experience the patients attitude has a great deal to do with survival rates.
It may or may not be true.. But my General Surgeon friend and I are alive and well. While lot of people who tried to escape the symptoms of the disease are dead and buried.
It was five years ago my wife was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She took a few Chemo treatments,but she kept telling me she just wanted to die in peace. Finally She asked to go to a Hospice where she would be allowed to die. I got her into the best hospice in Columbus Ohio. She died 24 hours later. The pain and suffering was too great for her. She told me she would rather die than take the pain. For her even large does of narcotics did not contain the suffering.
She was diagnosed on Jan. 3rd, 2003 and died on April 12th 2003. I had a lot of trouble understanding her attitude. She had been with me as I fought and defeated cancer. She had seen me win.. yet she chose not to fight. I have never been able to understand that.
My eldest daughter did have an explanation. She said Mom saw what you went through, and to her life was not worth that cost.
I still don't understand. For I know the pain and suffering were bad .. but for me it was like what many women say about child birth.. They don't really remember the pain. I don't either. I just remember the good years that have followed.
I will join you in the ‘drugs are for assholes’ crowd Bill.
Guess what percentage of the pot sold in the US comes from south of the border? Guess why the politicians want to keep it open? Guess where all the drug money goes?
No wonder why Lynchburg Tennessee is so full of assholes.
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