Well, folks, an update of sorts. Might be a long one. Might be a bit of a rant too.
I was finally charged in June '14. Felony possession, cultivation, etc, and 3 counts of gross misdemeanor elderly abuse! The elderly abuse was based on my failure. My failure to shampoo carpets over the past month or so from mom's incontinence (thanks to the prescription drugs). I had become so overwhelmed and it was bad at just the wrong time. When they raided me!
I went to the 1st hearing, a warrant issued, and atty setting hearing to get warrant quashed. I was REALLY fortunate in that a doctor friend had sent my atty $30k for estimated bail just in case. But the facking judge made the bail amount $60k! So they hooked me up to take me to jail. Atty had my friend on phone before he was ever out of the courthouse, and another $30k was wired immediately. The jail had my bond money, all $60k posted by 6pm. I should have been out right away. But some dumb ass court clerk had put something in my court record not allowing me out. It took my atty 5 days to get (weekend involved) the court transcript to prove otherwise and get me out on bail.
For the next 6 months I was not made aware of my mother's whereabouts. I would eventually get a call from a state funded, private guardian officer asking me if I would approve of hospice. WTF? Where is my mom! I did find out and saw her the next day. Holy shit was she in bad shape. She had been in 7 hospitals in 7 months. Just passed from one place to the next. She was basically incoherent by now. Even repeatedly calling me mom. The dementia was super bad. Something we had tremendously slowed with MMJ. She had lost over 60 pounds in 6 months too. From an obvious overweight of 210 to 145 pounds. But she didn't lose it in a healthy way by any means.
The facility she was in had some sort of guidance type counselor person to help people find better resources. Mainly Hospice care, and she explained the process to me. I agreed to have her bring in a placement rep from a hospice care company. This rep, was the first person besides myself that I found that seemed to truly understand and care that she got proper treatment. I even pulled her aside and explained my situation and how I previously treater her with MMJ, and how hard I tried to find additional resources for help to no avail. She explained further that she came her from Washington state and found Nv to be the worst in the country for people to try to find the proper resources. They have them in NV, finding them is the problem.
Within about 10 days we had her being transferred into a hospice facility. I elected to give her a day there after the move in before going to visit. On the morning I was going to visit, I got a call from the hospice that she had passed in the early am. WOW, thanks state of fucking NV! Mom was so much more at peace with me and in a cognitive state.
That was Dec 7th. I cried my eyes out. Feeling like a failure to mom.
Jan rolls around for my trial date.
In the end, my atty suggested I take a plea to 2 gross misdemeanors of elderly abuse. I wanted to fight but he suggested that a jury would likely be "holier than thou" and think they could have handled it, thus making me a bad guy. The state wouldn't budge on making a sentencing deal and wanted to argue. My atty's thought I likely wouldn't get more than a 6 month sentence and even that would be surprising. As well, with zero record, they thought it would be suspended.
May came the sentencing date. Even before the hearing started I knew the DA wanted to hang me. 364 days each sentence in county is the max. That's what he went for, and the judge gave me 364 on 1 count, and 9 months on the second count. To run CONSECUTIVE! I was blown away.
Fortunately, I had pre arranged with my nephew to put in for all of my vacation time (15 days) and put in for a LOA at work once they knew the result. Within about 5 days in jail I had an application for house arrest sitting on my bunk.
I filled it out, and was approved. I got out on the very last day of my vacation time. And the LOA had not been approved because the nephew filed it for the entire 23 month period which wasn't going to happen obviously.
So now I wear a bracelet on my ankle that's got this big ass gps unit on it. But I'm not in jail. I can go to work, shopping a couple times a week, banking, etc. But basically that's it. I had moved in with a relative when this all started, but I had to get out of there because the kids smoke pot and if the house arrest cops see that I go back to jail. So I'm now in a small little studio apt not far from work. I will be off the bracelet at about the 13.5 month mark from sentencing date. Approx mid June 2016.
I'm not free, but I'm also not in jail. And with no drug charges, I may be able to keep my gaming license when it comes up for renewal.
I came to 420mag to learn to grow and treat my mom's dementia. I'm forever grateful to this community for it's guidance. I had not been around MJ for over 30 years. And I still haven't smoked it even with growing for mom.
I can say with confidence MMJ helped mom with her Alzheimer's disease. It dramatically slowed the progression. I highly suggest to anyone with a loved one with it to try it out. I found butter to be the best way for mom. She didn't have to smoke it. But I had to grow more to make it also.
To all those that helped along the way. Many thanks.
Possibly in the not so distant future, my hope is to create a non profit that streamlines and finds the resources for those in need like me and my mom were. I know nothing about that stuff, but the placement gal from that hospice company seems willing to help. All I want to do is make it so others don't keep running into the brick walls I did just because I didn't know WHERE to look for help.
Thanks everyone for your guidance, love, prayers at 420mag. There are some truly good, caring folks here.