I was 3 years old when my mother had her breast removed. They had found cancer and at that time in the 1960's they would just do a mastectomy when cancer was found. I remember sitting in the car at the old St. Joseph Hospital. They wouldn't let me go up to see her but she had come to a chair by the window and I could see her hand wave. This was my first day's of living with someone who had cancer.
My mother would fight cancer for the next fifteen years. I was 18 when I pronounced her dead. Her battle fought proudly but she lost in the end. I was 16 when she had the first of her chemotherapy treatments.
When she came home we didn't really know what to expect. We were told of what could and probably would happen and it did. My father worked nights at the railroad and I was home with mom. She would throw up and I would have to clean her up. Sometimes it would be my father who would do it if he was home.
My father finally had enough and abandoned us when I was 17. He had met someone else in his words "he just couldn't handle it anymore". He knew mom was dying and it tore him up. He asked if I wanted to move in with him but I couldn't leave. By now my mother had gone through radiation and chemotherapy and was getting ready to have another go. Now it was just me for the time being.
Mom always wanted me to have a normal life, if that's what you could call it. I would go to the Friday night football games and would come back home around eleven. What really sucked was that when everyone else went home they went to bed. I would come home to chemo's aftereffect and sometimes would have to clean up mom and or the bed because she had thrown up or had gone to the bathroom. There were times I would carry mom to the bathroom and help her. I was 17 years old and was helping my mom go to the bathroom.
I had started to party when all this was going on. I was drinking but I was also smoking marijuana. I had heard that pot would help with nausea and had actually asked one of her doctors about it. He told me that there were some studies that had been done but nothing conclusive. This was 1978 and they had already done some studies.
My mother wouldn't think about smoking pot even when I told her of what I had found out. She said it was illegal and she wouldn't hear of it.
Mom would go through her last chemotherapy treatment during the summer of 78'. She had shipped me off to England during that time and I stayed with my aunt and uncle. He was stationed over there and I had a blast. I would get letters from mom and would talk with my Grandmother who was caring for her and would be told what was happening.
By now when I returned back home changes had occurred. My Grandmother was now staying with us during the day taking care of mom. A nurse was coming by and would take a look in on mom. I had run ins with members of the family because of my partying and it was getting to be too much.
On March 24, 1979 at 6:04 pm I pronounced my mother dead. I was 18 years old.
You know what really bothers me about all this was that doctors knew of the effects of marijuana on chemotherapy patients back then. They did not push for anything to be done about helping these cancer patients. My mother could have been at least able to be a little normal through this, but instead she had to suffer through a death that I would not put on my worst enemy.
Now all these years later there is an amendment in Florida on this years ballot to allow Medical Marijuana for sick people. People with cancer, glaucoma, and other ailments would be able to take a form of marijuana and feel at least a little better.
My point being is that people who have been conservative in views are saying that we made a mistake. The Senate President in Florida Don Gaetz actually went out in the 80's and bought pot for a preacher friend of his who was dying of cancer. He bought the stuff because the man couldn't eat and was constantly throwing up. It helped.
Many others have broken the law to help people. Like John Morgan and his father who died of cancer. Look our President has even come out and said that pot is less a problem than alcohol.
We have spent trillions of dollars trying to stop the plant from coming into the states but it still comes in. You can go to any city, town or village in the United States and buy pot. It's time to wake up and stop being a bunch of hypocrites. Pot helps people.
Now I'm not necessarily saying that we should completely legalize it like Colorado, but they just came out with their January numbers and the state took in 3.5 million in tax revenue. Times that amount by twelve and you have a nice little number. So maybe we should consider complete legalization, but for right now let's just help those that are sick.
The time that I had to deal with my mom really put a zap on me and I have never really gotten over it. Maybe we could help everyone involved with the problem and ease the pain and suffering of those afflicted with cancer.
Maybe we should all grow and say that it's time to legalize pot for medical patients and stop being a bunch hypocrites. Marijuana does help sick people. For information on the status of the legalization of medical marijuana in the State of Florida please go to forthepeople.com