I had a dinner last night. My mom was talking to us about my dad going through chemo. My dad wanted to quit after a couple treatments. They would separate my mom because dad would cry and beg them to stop the treatments. The last treatment he had I was home on leave. He said he didn't want to do it. I pulled the lines and walked out with him. More like carried him. The man that raised me, a hero, a firefighter that could carry gear and a full grown man on his shoulders, whittled down to nothing.
They burnt his saliva glands out with radiation and irreversible nerve damage from the chemo.
Cannabis heals all my friend. Actually that falls on us. Exercise, eat right and plenty of water.
I watched as doctors cut golf ball size hunks from my wife because of mrsa. It came back and they wanted to cut more. She said no. We went home and I doctored it with some herbs made into a tincture with alcohol. Gone in three days. The drs didn't believe it and said the antibiotics from the hospital rid it. What ever.
There may be a few good ones but for the most part they are just butchers.
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