When I discovered I had cancer, it devastated me.
I couldn’t remember a time when I was more frightened than I was then.
The dentist told myself and others that our prognosis was good, but I needed surgery, chemo plus radiation. She told myself and others what to expect with each single, plus a single thing she kept saying was that I would have nausea. I remember how nauseous I was while pregnant. I couldn’t suppose nausea could get any worse, but I was wrong in our understanding. When I started the chemo, I was nauseous all the time. My muscles plus joints hurt so much from throwing up, plus I was losing weight abruptly. My health guide told myself and others I needed more nutrition, but I couldn’t keep anything in our stomach. She offered a prescription for medical marijuana. She told myself and others a lot of her patients were trying out medical marijuana to ease the effects of the chemo, plus nearly every single of them believed it was a miracle drug. Two weeks later, I had our medical marijuana card, plus I was going to go to the marijuana dispensary. The budtender helped myself and others to pick out products that would help myself and others the most. She said that several people were cancer patients plus she knew what worked best. She gave myself and others samples of different brands of gummies so I could find something I could tolerate, plus that helped so much. She also gave myself and others a vape pen plus a cartridge. I could discreetly fit it into my handbag plus I used it whenever I felt the nausea building.