I Should Have Been Dead From Cancer But I Chose Cannabis and I’m Still Here
I set up a PET scan with my oncologist, and just before getting it, I figured I better level with him about my cannabis oil use. When I told him he said ” We’re not going to find anything on a PET scan since you took that oil.” He was right!!
I never thought I would be using cannabis to stay alive, but here I am!
Twenty years ago, I was diagnosed with Non Hodgkins Lymphoma – Stage IV and renal T-cell kidney cancer, at the same time. With a five per cent chance of pulling through, they brought our pastor in to give me my last rights.
A kidney bypass and removal was performed, and I made it! So, onto radiation I went – on my neck and chest, for 6 months. In that time, I couldn’t work and was foreclosed and put out of my home and then they repo’d my car, truck, and Harley.
I recovered slowly, but I had to chop wood to stay warm in the middle of winter. I was so strong in the army, I received a Presidential Citation for physical fitness from president Ronald Regan for a perfect score of 300, three years in a row, on my Army PT test. I could run 5 miles in less than 30 minutes; do 100 push ups, 200 sit-ups and 2 miles in 11 minutes. I was the strongest pound for pound out of 60 men. Not anymore.
Anyway, my next bout was 9 years later. The cancer came back and I was truncated Stage III. This time, I had an operation to remove glands from my lower abdomen for a gland pushing on my prostate and bladder. After 8 rounds of R-Chop with Retuxin, I was literally dead. No chance of recovery. I was laid off from my job because they couldn’t afford me on their insurance any more. My wife sold our home in Austell Ga. and took me to be with family. This is where I got medical cannabis for the first time and went back to work loading 90lb boxes 5 high on a pallet at a meat packing plant. That got me back in shape fast!
Then in 2012, I had trouble breathing and bad pain in my sternum. This time, I given 6 rounds of cyber knife radiation for an inoperable gland wrapped around my lower aorta. Again, I was let go from that job because of insurance costs. Moving on to another state where nobody knew me, I got a retirement job sitting at a machine all day. This time, the first sign of sickness was Bell’s palsy. I went to the hospital and and they blamed it on stress at work. My employer loved to gamble in Vegas and lost nearly every machine we had to pay his habit off. So he let me go. I went immediately back home for a job prospect and was hired as a heavy equipment operator.
In 2015, I had a lump in my upper thigh and received 34 radiation treatments for that. On the final PET scan, they found another tumor in my abdomen, so 30 rounds on that. My heart was acting funny after all that radiation, so I was put out of work by my doctor and got emergency disability. I lost everything again: my new car, bike, house.
I was so mad I withdrew from society.
Until that one Christmas morning….I’ll never forget. I went to look out the door because the sun was shining so bright and an envelope was taped to my door that contained 150.00. It said, “From The Angels.” That renewed my faith in humanity and just knowing someone cared made me feel like trying to live longer.
I went to OSU James cancer center and was told i needed a bone marrow transplant (Car-T) I would die without it, but my friend had another idea. Cannabis oil. So I tried it and got out of that bed, started walking up stairs and going outside.
I kept doing the oil and quit the pioids, Xanex, Prilosec, Gabbapentin and took RSO CBD and THC oils. I started to feel better every day. The bleeding from diverticulosis stopped and my legs quit hurting. I could use my arms again. I eventually ran out of oil, so I got a recipe from Rick Simpson’s site and made it when I got scared again about a lump in my abdomen.
I set up a PET scan with my oncologist, and just before getting it, I figured I better level with him about my cannabis oil use. When I told him he said ” We’re not going to find anything on a PET scan since you took that oil.” He was right!! The blood test were normal – for the first time in 20 years.
Why didn’t he tell me that before? He said I would be dead by Sept.2015. He knew! They all know! But money is more important than your life. Learn, read, become an expert. Don’t be stigmatized to death. Life is good, save yourself!
Thanks for listening , Ron