I was just a kid in Dallas, Texas, a city of more than 200,000, when the first Americans began being treated for their chronic pain with marijuana.
When I got sick, the doctors wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, they wouldn’t say what I needed to do.
I just had to go to a dispensary, because they wouldn´t say what they were supposed to do and I just couldn´t figure out what they wanted me to do, and they didn´t care, they didn’t care, I didn´ t care, and that is what they do with us.
So, they started giving me cannabis and I didn’t really understand what it was, so I got into the state.
And then in 2006, the first cannabis dispensaries opened in the United States, and now, in 2020, we have more dispensaries than we did before.
But the process hasn´t changed.
In the US, patients can get cannabis, but not all patients get it.
So, you can have the most effective painkiller in the world, but there are patients that have chronic pain, and the doctors will say: ‘I can only give you marijuana for five days’. But I can´t do that.
They say it is so hard, that it is not worth it.
They say it will make you fat, and it will not work.
And I say: Well, what are you talking about?
They say: Oh, no, no.
It will be okay.
But you need to know that you are not alone.
And when you see patients in their 50s, 60s, and 70s and they are so miserable and so sad, it is a miracle to see them, to see a family member or a friend, and all you want to do is cry and cry and do what you have been told you can’t do, you have to cry and make the doctors cry.
This story originally appeared on New Scientist.