and so it begins...
I'm beginning my journey into the study of cannabis as a curative medication. I've limited myself to a cursory view up to now, using cannabis primarily as a recreational drug or simply to help Dale keep his sanity as his body was trying so desperately to kill him. I have to say, just the small amount I've covered so far has me so upset with my decision in 2003 to take that job with Dollar General in part to force us to quit, since there was the possibility they'd make me pee in a cup.
Ironically, I may be the only person to work for that corporation during my nine years with them to never have to take a urine test. I slipped under their radar every single time, even when trained for management, and yet I was drug-free the entire time. Knowing what I know now I can't shake the sneaking suspicion that my decision may have sped up his demise. I understand there's nothing to be gained in going there, and I'll work past that within the next couple hours, most assuredly before I go to bed, 'cause who needs that kind of guilt hanging over them? I can see I'll be working through a lot of issues as I progress in my studies.
I'm beginning to suspect that we would all benefit from using cannabis oil. What started this study drive is the fact that cancer runs a strong line through the family of my best friend. Her father died from cancer and her mother battles it. I'd like to help her avoid that and the oil appears to be my best bet. I'm hoping to make my case for her to begin a preventative treatment program and the more I read the more I wonder why I'm not thinking of doing the same myself?
