I used to never understand why people thought marijuana was something they would enjoy.
I despised the smell or the taste.
Since I grew up in the sixties, I knew quite a bit about marijuana plus I smoked it occasionally. I wasn’t one of those youngsters who smoked all the time, but I did every so often. I just couldn’t see anything about marijuana that made me suppose better. The best I ever got was paranoid. Ever since I had been getting cancer treatments, I have been having to struggle with nausea. At first, I continued to bear with it plus I just hoped it would get better. I was wrong about the nausea improving. The nausea continued worsening, which I doubted could happen, but i finally told the chemo doctor I couldn’t handle too much more. I was sick day and night, plus I had no energy. I was losing weight like there was no tomorrow and feeling weaker and weaker every day. My family became severely anxious that if I didn’t get some food in my system, even a cold would have me in the hospital. The chemo doctor commanded I try marijuana therapy. He said that marijuana was often used to ward off the nausea that comes with cancer treatments. He helped me to get a medical marijuana card so I could just get medical marijuana at a nearby marijuana dispensary. I could get brownies plus other edibles instead of the smokable marijuana, plus I was just plain thankful for the medical marijuana. For the first time in many months, I was not wanting to throw up and it was all thanks to the marijuana.