I've switched from chemo to Rick Simpson oil. The chemo wasn't working and it was ruining what time I have left, so I figured the oil will at least let me live happily till the end and might even cure me. I've had a lot of chemo and surgery, and I'm in stage IV, so the oil has to rebuild my body back up to a point where it can then resolve the cancer. Mostly, I feel normal and good, and my body appears to be regaining health. My hair and skin haven't been thriving for years, and now they are, and I have the energy of two, though I can crash and burn pretty easily and absolutely must rest when tired, or I end up in pain that is mild but is telling me I'm not resting enough and can't recover if I don't. I appreciate the reality check since I have the type A cancer personality, lol.
I find it interesting that cancer cells have forgotten how to die. That's why they take over the body, and if I am stressed, I can stay awake for days without wanting to really. I have always stayed awake as long as I can, not wanting to miss anything, even watching TV till I fall asleep if I can find something worth watching. I am attempting to cooperate with the THC and eat and sleep more regularly because I do want to raise my kids and see my grandchildren and help babysit them and make parenting easy for my kids. But frankly, if I'm going to die, I'm going to do so taking the medicine of my choosing. I have the right to be as happy and as good feeling as I can be, and I haven't had so much as a parking ticket in twenty years. I'm a tax-paying, cooperative, and even pleasant and helpful citizen that volunteers in my kids' schools, feeds stray animals, and wants the best innovations and products our marketplace can come up with. I don't ever deliberately hurt people's feelings, I respect marriage, I don't molest kids. My happiness comes from good, clean living surroundings and people that are well-meaning and seeking their own independent happiness while happy to be courteous and respectful or oblivious of me. I just can't find a thing wrong with being me. I can't in good conscience find any flaw in the way I live, and I ingest quite a bit of THC quite often all day, every day. I prefer ingestion; it is more discreet and very easy to take no matter what's going on around me. I don't need to set aside time or have strict privacy, and there's no chance of my kids getting it into their system through the air. Now that the medical people are studying THC more seriously, they are finding that the age when you first start ingesting does have an impact on developing brains. The impact is demonstrable within the white mass of the brain, and there is peer-accepted theory that what the white mass differences are demonstrating is a decreased or at least slower processing of information in order to reach conclusions. I personally am open to the idea that it is demonstrating slower and therefore more accurate processing of information, given that I personally was exposed to THC regularly within the ages studied (I was twelve, actually), and I have an IQ of 152. That's a very low (very low) scoring genius. I'm not pushing that envelope at all with my kids, however. Like me, if they go to pot, it will be another kid that turns them on to it, and like me, I expect that all the other stuff out there will not be good enough in comparison...pills, powders, alcohols, they just come with too many consequences: hangovers, sexual indiscretions, not remembering what happened, overdoses. Who needs to risk all that when there's pot that doesn't cause any of that stuff, and it is just as or even more fun? I am responsible and happy with this natural product, and without it, I am responsible and stressed, and I don't eat and sleep and simply sit the heck down enough. No brainer which one I pick!
One other thing...I had to do five months of 30mg sustained-release morphine during my cancer care, and wean myself off the morphine by myself after my surgery. I could really see the difference in my mental processing after the morphine; it was distressing. I was forgetting words to end almost half my sentences for about a year after being completely off the morphine (I spent six weeks weaning myself off; it was a bit touchy). I haven't been doing that for the past month or so; I seem to be coming out of it. I am quite relieved; my mind has always been my best friend and greatest entertainment, actually. Nice to have my thought processes improving again, even though I'm ingesting regularly! Put that in your pipe and smoke it, anybody!
Oh yeah, and I have a permanent ostomy from the cancer. LOL, that's my membership card and why I'm relevant to this thread. And I just love that I can pop in with my ostomy, and nobody here cares. It's old news, and everybody has one, had one, or will be getting one. Yay! I'll take a thread and a topic of anybody's choosing once a week and give it some thought and try to answer either happily, intelligently, or happily hilariously. Either way works for me when I'm looking for something to read and with someone/thing to relate.
THANKS!