A friend of our family was dying of cancer many years ago. She refused further chemo due to the pain and the advanced stage of the cancer and requested to be allowed to go home and die in peace. She smoked pot daily for over a year before finally succumbing to the cancer, but she died a very healthy 135 lb. Despite wasting away to under 100 lb. when she was on chemo and being given only 2 months to live, she gained over 40 lb. in 2 months and lived another 10. She credited pot for that “miracle” every day she could.
I watched my mother die from breast cancer and my dad die from congestive heart failure. If either one of them had wanted marijuana I would have gladly got it for them.
They’re dieing people!! What difference does it make what they do?! If it makes them feel better, even if it’s in their own mind, what does it matter?