Cancer by Laura Gann

My father died last year from stomach cancer, melanoma and brain cancer. At the end he was only able to ease his pain and retain his dignity with the use of marijuana. He grew his own in his little greenhouse in Missouri. He was living in a redneck culture prescribing narcotic pain meds that made him into a hillbilly heroin addict. He knew that he would be better off without the Vicodin and the like, so he procured seeds from my son, and grew his own relief. When I was watching his life slip away, he was alert and not afraid to die. t. He was happy. He died happy.  Legalize pot for my dad's generation and mine, and future sufferers.