WhiskeyGirl
03-06-2006, 05:00 AM
Mr. Marc Scott Emery,
Before November 2004, I had never smoked a cigarette in my life and only had alcohol on limited occasions. Now I don??t drink at all and I??ll never smoke a cigarette as long as I live! Furthermore, I??ve always been a Republican (despite my entire family being Democrats) and voted for Bush in both elections, for which I now sincerely apologize. Consequently, I think this makes my position on the cannabis issue fairly powerful. In September 2004, I was fortunate enough to acquire a terrible disease that I??ll carry with me all my life. The disease has opened my eyes to so many things and I know a new life is ahead of me.
Prior to September I was a business owner. I had my own very successful personal training business. In fact, I was named Kansas City??s #1 personal trainer. My business was people??s health; and then I became deathly ill in a heartbeat. I have a digestive disorder called ??ulcerative colitis?. Actually, it is a problem with my immune system. My immune system had an overabundance of antibodies when it attacked a virus in my
body. There was nothing left for the antibodies to attack so they attacked my large intestine.
When I checked into the emergency room I had lost so much blood that my heart was minutes away from giving out. Throughout the next 3 months specialists struggled to help me. I went from 200 lbs. Of solid muscle to under 140 lbs. My #1 gastrointestinal doctor, a Harvard graduate, said later that it was the worst case he??d ever seen. Apparently the first hospital bed I??d ever been in was going to be the bed I died in.
The doctors tried every medicine known to man. Unfortunately, every one of them seemed to do more damage. I acquired a string of other conditions (like pancreatitis) from the medicine. None of the nausea medicine worked and the pain medicine was literally a nightmare. They had me on Demerol, because it was the strongest. Every drug affects every person differently, and Demerol messed up my mind so much that I honestly thought I was in hell. Not to mention it had a list of side effects two pages long; I know this because one of the concerned nurses took my mother aside and showed her. Then they put me on every other pain medicine in the hospital. I had reactions to all of them. Eventually, I refused to take them, so I lay in pain.Thank God, I finally started to improve. They made me leave the hospital with narcotic pain patches and a bunch of hydrocodone prescriptions. I knew there had to be a better way.
For my entire life, as long as I can remember, I??ve been a strong Christian. Growing up I taught Sunday school classes. My disease brought me closer to God. Finally, out of the hospital I got the answer I was looking for from God. My best friend mentioned to me he??d seen that Montel Williams suffers from MS and smoked pot for his pain. That wasn??t an option for me because pot is not only wrong, but also extremely harmful. Right?
Well, it didn??t take long before I had torn through my narcotic prescriptions so fast that the doctors were afraid to give me more. Not only was there a huge risk of addiction and dependency, but they do incredible damage to the digestive system ?? irreversible damage. At the beginning of November, lying in tears, I finally asked my friend if he knew anyone who could get me marijuana. When I smoked marijuana for the first time, within seconds my pain was gone. Now, one of the other dangers of narcotics is that when they relieve your pain you are unable to feel anything that is going on with your body. The doctors said I wouldn??t be able to tell if my body was healing. When I smoked pot, I still felt everything that was going on in my intestines, but it didn??t hurt.
Over the next few months, I ate only natural foods and stopped taking my prescriptions (which my doctors said I had to have, or I would be back in the hospital). And I smoked a lot of weed. I got better. I started to grow my own marijuana in my home. Medical cannabis is illegal here, so eventually I had seven policemen handcuffing me, ready to take me downtown. I was fucked. They harassed me, and all that. One of the things I told them was that I was a good Christian with a chronic disease. They called me a liar and made fun of me for my illness. Then we got into a big debate about marijuana. You should have been there, Marc Emery. You??d have loved it; it was beautiful. Among other things, I told them about how marijuana smoke doesn??t have carcinogens like tobacco. And I had just read the new Cannabis Culture 56 (June/July). One of the cops sarcastically said, ??Yeah, I??m with you. Everyone should smoke pot. My wife is pregnant. She should probably be smoking it, right??
Of course, I rattled off all the facts I could remember from Reverend Damuzi??s article ??Cannababies?. I was not only released, but I??m quite certain I changed their minds. They went from harassment to asking me all sorts of questions. They took off the handcuffs and picked my brain on marijuana until they got a call to be somewhere else.
Marc Emery, I believe you serve a very good cause, and I am eager to help. I??ve beaten an incurable disease.
Taken From 60 Minutes Posting --
Before November 2004, I had never smoked a cigarette in my life and only had alcohol on limited occasions. Now I don??t drink at all and I??ll never smoke a cigarette as long as I live! Furthermore, I??ve always been a Republican (despite my entire family being Democrats) and voted for Bush in both elections, for which I now sincerely apologize. Consequently, I think this makes my position on the cannabis issue fairly powerful. In September 2004, I was fortunate enough to acquire a terrible disease that I??ll carry with me all my life. The disease has opened my eyes to so many things and I know a new life is ahead of me.
Prior to September I was a business owner. I had my own very successful personal training business. In fact, I was named Kansas City??s #1 personal trainer. My business was people??s health; and then I became deathly ill in a heartbeat. I have a digestive disorder called ??ulcerative colitis?. Actually, it is a problem with my immune system. My immune system had an overabundance of antibodies when it attacked a virus in my
body. There was nothing left for the antibodies to attack so they attacked my large intestine.
When I checked into the emergency room I had lost so much blood that my heart was minutes away from giving out. Throughout the next 3 months specialists struggled to help me. I went from 200 lbs. Of solid muscle to under 140 lbs. My #1 gastrointestinal doctor, a Harvard graduate, said later that it was the worst case he??d ever seen. Apparently the first hospital bed I??d ever been in was going to be the bed I died in.
The doctors tried every medicine known to man. Unfortunately, every one of them seemed to do more damage. I acquired a string of other conditions (like pancreatitis) from the medicine. None of the nausea medicine worked and the pain medicine was literally a nightmare. They had me on Demerol, because it was the strongest. Every drug affects every person differently, and Demerol messed up my mind so much that I honestly thought I was in hell. Not to mention it had a list of side effects two pages long; I know this because one of the concerned nurses took my mother aside and showed her. Then they put me on every other pain medicine in the hospital. I had reactions to all of them. Eventually, I refused to take them, so I lay in pain.Thank God, I finally started to improve. They made me leave the hospital with narcotic pain patches and a bunch of hydrocodone prescriptions. I knew there had to be a better way.
For my entire life, as long as I can remember, I??ve been a strong Christian. Growing up I taught Sunday school classes. My disease brought me closer to God. Finally, out of the hospital I got the answer I was looking for from God. My best friend mentioned to me he??d seen that Montel Williams suffers from MS and smoked pot for his pain. That wasn??t an option for me because pot is not only wrong, but also extremely harmful. Right?
Well, it didn??t take long before I had torn through my narcotic prescriptions so fast that the doctors were afraid to give me more. Not only was there a huge risk of addiction and dependency, but they do incredible damage to the digestive system ?? irreversible damage. At the beginning of November, lying in tears, I finally asked my friend if he knew anyone who could get me marijuana. When I smoked marijuana for the first time, within seconds my pain was gone. Now, one of the other dangers of narcotics is that when they relieve your pain you are unable to feel anything that is going on with your body. The doctors said I wouldn??t be able to tell if my body was healing. When I smoked pot, I still felt everything that was going on in my intestines, but it didn??t hurt.
Over the next few months, I ate only natural foods and stopped taking my prescriptions (which my doctors said I had to have, or I would be back in the hospital). And I smoked a lot of weed. I got better. I started to grow my own marijuana in my home. Medical cannabis is illegal here, so eventually I had seven policemen handcuffing me, ready to take me downtown. I was fucked. They harassed me, and all that. One of the things I told them was that I was a good Christian with a chronic disease. They called me a liar and made fun of me for my illness. Then we got into a big debate about marijuana. You should have been there, Marc Emery. You??d have loved it; it was beautiful. Among other things, I told them about how marijuana smoke doesn??t have carcinogens like tobacco. And I had just read the new Cannabis Culture 56 (June/July). One of the cops sarcastically said, ??Yeah, I??m with you. Everyone should smoke pot. My wife is pregnant. She should probably be smoking it, right??
Of course, I rattled off all the facts I could remember from Reverend Damuzi??s article ??Cannababies?. I was not only released, but I??m quite certain I changed their minds. They went from harassment to asking me all sorts of questions. They took off the handcuffs and picked my brain on marijuana until they got a call to be somewhere else.
Marc Emery, I believe you serve a very good cause, and I am eager to help. I??ve beaten an incurable disease.
Taken From 60 Minutes Posting --