Mom is just so funny.
Here she is 74 years outdated and I’m in our mid 50’s but she can’t even say the words medical marijuana.
That’s actually sort of something for me. I smoked our legitimate share of weed back in the day. But that was a day where the was no such thing as a legal weed shop. It was not that straight-forward at all. But our mother sort of knew that her rare kid was using cannabis flower products. So the irony that our mom is now using medical marijuana is not lost on myself and others at all. Just the opposite is true really. I appreciate the fact that I get to take our mom to the cannabis dispensary. That’s something I didn’t ever in a million years guess was going to happen. Me and our mom shopping for medical cannabis? Not happening. But when she got cancer, that’s exactly what the doctor wanted her to use to keep eating and argument the nausea from the cancer treatments. So the two of us figured out how to get her a medical marijuana card and the rest is history. She’s so funny in the legal weed store. It’s appreciate she’s pretending she’s in some sort of alternative pharmacy. Which in a way, is actually quite true. The medical cannabis has had a tremendous effect on mom. Not only is she eating, which is something she’s regularly struggled with, she’s found a positive note about all of this. And that comes from her medical dessert, as she calls her cannabis gummies. There is a smile there now where there was once just rigid resistance and some sort of misplaced defiance I suppose. And I get to smile to because our mom is using weed.