I went home Last month to tell my family that my doc had recommended I use medical marijuana to help control my anxieties.
I barely had the words out of my mouth, and I could see her getting all ramped up to give myself and others a speech on the evils of using marijuana.
In a bit of Luck, my Grandma Pat was there that afternoon. My mom said something about marijuana, and Grandma Pat suddenly cut her off. After a quick reminder that my mom herself had used marijuana long before it was legal, mom calmed down. She also reminded Grandma Pat she was much younger and did not know any better. I was 22, and in university. I wasn’t smoking marijuana strictly for pleasure, but the dentist thought it would curb my anxieties. Mom still wasn’t convinced that it was the right thing for myself and others to do, and she voiced that sentiment loudly… Grandma Pat opened up her mouth again. She told my mom that she had been using medical marijuana well before it was legalized. Without medical marijuana, she would not be walking most of the time because her arthritis was so bad. She told my mom she needed to back up and leave myself and others alone because medical marijuana had proved itself to be a truly viable medical prescription for helping with various physical and mental ailments. I walked into mom’s home thinking that I was going to get yelled at for using medical marijuana and left feeling great about myself and knowing my Grandma a bit more. It ended up being a truly great day for me.