In October, my mother, a 74 year old elegant lady full of beauty, died due to the effects of liver, lung and breast cancer. She first contracted breast cancer in 1993. They wanted to take both boobs, put her on chemo and some god awful drug I can't recall, but she did neither of the above. Using only natural methods, she beat back the cancer for a dozen years, and back then the survival rate was much lower than it is today.

This is a lady who never touched a drug or smoked a single cigarette in her life, and exercised in front of the TV starting from Jack Lalanne in the 50's all the way up until 60 days before her passing, never bigger than a size 9, even on her deathbed her hands looked like the hands of a 38 year old woman due to her diligence in always wearing gloves while driving for as long as I can remember. Growing up as a boy and all the way into her 70's, I constantly heard from others about how pretty my mom was, she was that kind of timeless beauty. My grandmother, my mom's mom, died last year at age 96. Her passing really stressed my mom out even though I tried to remind her how lucky she was to still have her mom in her 70's, NOBODY still has their mom when their in their 70's, The rest of the family said amongst ourselves, "what's our mom going to live to with how well she takes care of herself, 118?"

She took immaculate care of herself more so than any woman I have ever met old or young and still her body betrayed her... Twice.

In Feb. of this year she was told the cancer had spread to her lungs and liver and had 8 months to live, there was nothing they could do and she should get her affairs in order.

On Oct 7th, the family was convened for a meeting with a social worker from Hospice. I had no idea what "Hospice" was and was shocked to my foundations when this fellow started talking funeral homes and cremation services for my mom, basically preparing us for her death, I decide I had heard enough and went upstairs to where my mom was lying. She was lying in a bed at home, looking miserable and frightened, underweight. There's no feeling more helpless than watching your mom starve to death in front of your eyes knowing there's nothing "modern medicine" can do for her. She could not keep food down and was slowly withering away. They had anti nausea drugs but she did not respond to them, i.e., didn't want to take them, they were either pills or suppositories. For her nausea they gave her a suppository! She looked like she would not last another 48 hours. I told her "I have something in the truck that might help you..."

I brought a bong and heat gun up to my moms room with the permission and blessing of the family, to my amazement, because all along I'm thinking, "How the hell is everyone gonna take THIS" and "How is everyone else going to think of me when I give her THIS"? But at this point, after seeing her lying in bed looking so miserable, my feeling was "What does she have to lose?"

She could not draw any vapor herself into the bong, her lungs were too weak to do it herself, so I drew some vapor of a powerful San Diego strain called Bullrider into the bong for her, pulled the stem and let her take her first tiny, gentle breaths of marijuana.

To everyone's astonishment, including my moms, she began rubbing her stomach...I asked her how she felt. She said "I feel a little woozy but my stomach feels better!" She was eating minutes later and...the woman was literally pulled out of the grave for two weeks before passing peacefully and without pain medication of any kind on Oct 20th. On Oct. 7th she looked like she wasn't going to live 48 hours, then along came...a medication so gentle to her that she never coughed once, not ONCE, so easy to take but very, very powerful and helped her with not just one ailment but six, simultaneously.

After eating her first food in a while, she regained her some strength and instead of needing help to get to the bathroom, got up under her own power and began walking herself. Her voice started sounding better, the change in her was nothing short of a miracle. Within seconds of a few gentle breaths of MJ vapor, she eliminated her nausea, increased her appetite, was able to keep the food she ate down as a result, turned back on her will to live, made whatever pain she was feeling go away for awhile naturally, not a single contra-indication to the body, and most of all, every bit of anxiety she was feeling about this whole cancer ordeal was gone, GONE. What pill can Glaxo possibly create in a lab that effectively treats so many things at once, within seconds of taking, while being so gentle to the body? She never developed a physical jones for MJ the way some people develop an addiction to Vicodin or other pain killers. When her friends came by to visit she would say "I'm on pot and it's GREAT!"

When she came "off" the vape, she was just left feeling normal and happy, no harsh comedown or physical dependency craving of any kind. She used to believe stoners talked like Jeff Spicoli when they were "high", but when I asked her if she felt "out of it" when she was high she said, "not at all, this is wonderful!, thank you for knowing about this". My father, equally chemical free his whole life, told me after seeing what MJ did for his wife of 52 years "Thank you for your wayward youth". They both tried it together and got a huge laugh out of it "I can't believe we waited 52 years to do this!" Even my mom's 81 year old sister, suffering from migraines her entire life, tried a vape and it reduced the effects of her migraine as well as her medicine. She instantly became a fan.

Another benefit to the family and not just her was that she was always totally lucid, and never once was "out of it", even when she was "high" right after vaping. Her turnaround was a miracle happening right in front of our eyes. So at ease now with her cancer she begins talking of having vape arounds with the girls during their bunko night. She was talking coherently up until the final day. We joked with her that if she could beat back the cancer she will end up moving to OB with dad to a house with a south facing yard where she could grow her own pot, and nobody disagreed, that would have been completely in character for her. But the cancer had other plans.

Others in the family began asking me questions I never thought I'd hear, like from my dad's brother, the straightest arrow you'll ever meet, "Can I give you some money to get your Mom some more pot?" I was beyond blown away. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but whatever opinions on MJ he had before, did 180 degree turn after seeing what it did for my mother. Walking through the house with a pocketful of stinky weed, carrying a bong filled with ice up the stairs to my moms room in full view of the entire family with their encouragement was on the list of something I never thought I'd experience, but everyone knew what it was doing for our mother, it's happening right in front of their faces and undeniable in its effectiveness.

Every child who loves their parents always has big dreams about doing something really nice and extraordinary for them someday, buy them a house, whatever it may be, and when my mom was dying the biggest regret I had was that I was never prosperous enough to really do anything special for her, and she always gave to me, right up until her death, and it really saddened me that she was dying before I could really do something nice for her. Which brings me to the most wonderful, valuable part of this whole experience.

Two days after starting on the vape my mom held my hand as tenderly as I've ever felt her do so and told me "You saved my life, I want to live now". What could I have possibly bought for her that is more valuable than that? I couldn't believe I waited until the last two weeks of her life to give her the greatest gift a son can give, the Sultan of Brunei himself could not afford what I gave her. All the money in the money in the world couldn't buy that gift, but astonishingly it came with a $20 glass bong, some donated weed, and a $30 dollar heat gun.

For the family it was a great relief to have a lot of extra peace knowing that she died an elegant, beautiful death instead of a morphine drip,"out of it" dirty death. I've had Vicodin and morphine, they are not medicine, they are required sometimes, but they are poison and millions have terrible, physical addictions to both, most unnecessarily so if they had access to MJ.

Friends that sell or grow weed all stepped in to help my mom. One of my dear friends came over to see my mom in her last two weeks of MJ recovery with some weed and told her that as long as she needed it, she could have all the weed she wanted for free. Another friend who sells the powerful Bullrider gave me a bag of dynamite shake and said "give this to your mom." The generosity was so beautiful, and the relief so clear to everyone, these people might be considered "drug dealers " by the ignorant but these two were primarily responsible for adding two comfort filled weeks to my moms life. True American patriots in my and my family's eyes, as they are helping their own with the greatest gift imaginable, giving our mother genuine comfort in her last days and amazing dignity in death, and the whole family felt better.

Their gift of medicine only gave my mom and the rest of the family more relief and peace than I can possibly express to you in words. The more I saw MJ work its miracles, the more furious I became at the enabling of a genocide that takes place every year, to our own people.

It's no wonder there is a jihad taking place in this country vs. marijuana. It really is too good for its own good. Vaping marijuana single-handedly added two weeks to my mothers life when she had only hours to live and allowed her to die a beautiful anxiety free, peaceful death, not only giving her comfort but the entire family comfort as well knowing SHE was comfortable. I've never heard this mentioned like this before but the quality of death you provide for a loved one will help you feel a lot more at ease and at peace with their passing than you can possibly imagine. In spite of being ravaged by three different cancers, she didn't take a single prescription pain pill, didn't need to.

After seeing what MJ did for my mother there can be only one conclusion. The 500,000 deaths that take place due to cancer each year can all be postponed and some indefinitely through vaping marijuana in addition to other natural means, acupuncture, herbs, exercise. If my mom had started vaping in February when she started losing weight instead of hours before dying, I'm certain she would have added a year to her life and would have had a chance to beat it all together. There is a compound in MJ that inhibits tumor growth, and tons of other benefits.

You don't need a pill for everything because everything you need to get better can be found outside a hospital and pharmacy. We have to be crazy to not let out citizens grow and purchase MJ if they needed to, but if you're a powerful drug company you would be threatened by something that benefits so many different ailments that can be grown in any climate and matures 120 days from seed. The drug companies would lose billions.

If we ever get a President that is genuinely interested in saving thousands of lives, they would set aside large acres of land for the top 25 breeders in the US, give them lifetime immunity from prosecution, then permit them to grow massive numbers of individuals for breeding with the freedom to collect as many clones and seeds from other parts of the world to inbreed with their existing breeding stock, let them share. When you come up for air just a few years later, the MJ gene pool would take a huge leap forward in potency and there would be so much quality herb for every imaginable ailment.

The money from properly taxing the herb would pay for healthcare for every American while reducing existing burdens.

Let anyone who needs clones be allowed to purchase them through a regulated system similar to the one the Dutch enjoy. While we're at it we can work on producing better hemp plants for the other multibillion dollar industry that is gathering dust. We will always need oil, but a portion of every drop of Saudi oil we buy goes to killing Americans. The biggest leap forward in the war on terror would be to make us independent of Saudi oil. Hemp is the answer for our fuel needs and its cousin is the salvation for our medical needs.

I had my appendix out last year and the hospital charged me $30,000. They took out appendix and charged me $30,000! For not even 24 hours in the hospital! What the hell! I think before we force feed democracy at gunpoint to others we should fix our hopelessly dysfunctional "democracy" here. Let's start with our disastrous, parasitic healthcare system that would rather enslave our citizens to prescription drugs than encourage those who need it to grow a medicine with dozens of potential uses that is so gentle to the body, yet so clearly effective and lifesaving.

The thing I find truly sad is that everyone, EVERYONE who actively lobbies to keep marijuana out of our hands will have a family member acquire cancer. Every single one of them. If they had any idea of what marijuana could do for their lives while they have cancer or a host of other maladies they would feel such shame for what they have done that they would spend the rest of their lives atoning for the amount of people harmfully affected by their actions, which is considerable when you mention that in just the last raid the scumbag feds snaked 45 pounds of MJ meant for people like my mother. They didn't even arrest the people running the compassion clubs, knowing that they have no chance of getting a conviction in this state for growing MJ for med use. The bullying is coming at someone's behest.

God will not have mercy on your souls for the damage your have done to your own people gentlemen. The Feds out here are raiding compassion clubs saying they are fronts for selling marijuana but everyone who smokes pot knows where to get it, it's the people who get sick who don't know anyone with weed that they are slowly killing, and how sad is it to watch these ignorant asshole elected officials enable the slow yearly genocide of their own citizenry, all for a buck. If they only knew what me and my whole family knew they would become active pimps for national medical MJ legislation, as I have, there's no way you COULDN'T after seeing what our family witnessed in Oct.

The raids that took place two weeks ago at some compassion clubs here in town were just disgraceful. The feds claim people were selling weed without prescriptions (lie) and that some were charging 3 and 4 times the street price. Like anyone would pay $150, $200 for an eighth. They say it's a gateway drug but no one ever smokes pot and wants to do coke or meth. But how many people want a line of something white after they are buzzed on alcohol? I did it plenty of times and it ruined my life for three years.

With the drug lobby encouragement, our government spent 80 million dollars to go after the always violent and dangerous online bong dealer. Operation Pipe Dreams, your tax dollars in action. WTF are they thinking? How comforting to know that in this time of heightened security and concerns over what terrorists might do to us, that our government is spending tax payer money to handle the roach clip threat. Crystal meth is ruining our towns and they are concentrating on the pot smoker? There is not a single homeless person on skid row who is there because they could not get a sack of weed. Alcohol, meth, heroin and cocaine lead the way to skid row and crime, not MJ. Can you remember the last time you heard of anyone who has ever had to rob a liquor store or turn to other crime because they needed to smoke weed so badly? No one will ever be wheeled into an emergency room in cardiac arrest due to an overdose of MJ. There won't be a single mangled car on the highway tonight because a driver had a toke before getting in the car. No one will miss work tomorrow because they smoked pot the night before. Police will not have to respond to a couple having a violent fight because they are smoking pot. In spite of all the evidence which should be as clear as the balls on a great dane to our lawmakers, the power of the prescription drug lobby is frightening and betrays what's left of our pitiful "democracy".

Fight the power and tell everyone you know who has cancer, AIDS, MS, migraines, chronic pain and epilepsy about the possibility of vaping MJ for relief. What you will get back is immeasurable and the greatest gift you can give another human being. Break down whatever "walls" you think exist in your family regarding MJ use and pass this along to them if they have an ailment that could be mitigated by vaping MJ.

After all our futile efforts to enlighten our citizen's about the evils of MJ use, the rate of adult Americans and Dutch adults that smoke pot are identical, but fewer Dutch teenagers smoke pot than American teenagers, go figure that one out Mr. Ashcroft. Further illustrating our governments colossal ignoring of the facts taking the health of its citizens with it for the sake of someone else's bottom line.

On the back of the prayer card we handed out at the celebration of my mom's life, there are these words that my sister found after her death, from Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral which sums up our mom's perspective succinctly.

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the same way which you always used
Put no difference on your voice
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be forever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effect, without trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near round the corner

All is well.

Yes, I can attest that all IS well thanks to MJ, beautiful friends, and a loving family.

Pass it on.