My name is Bettie. I am 65 year old resident of San Diego City. I am a retired loan officer and horticulturalist.
I currently volunteer at the Gershon Institute of Cancer Healing. I volunteer to help others in pain whenever my own pain allows me the strength and energy.
I had to retire from my job when I was diagnosed with cancer.
I am a breast cancer survivor praying that the cancer will not reappear.
I also suffer from severe peptic ulcers, which cause episodes of violent, bloody vomiting.
I am a Compassionate User of medical marijuana.
Five years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Three years ago, I found out about California’s Compassionate Use law. Through my volunteer work and knowing other cancer patients, I became educated about the palliative care benefits of the Compassionate Use of medical marijuana.
I have never considered myself a “drug user.” At first I was afraid and a little ashamed to try this as medicine.
I got a recommendation for Compassionate Use from my doctor.
I found a local collective where the members made me feel comfortable and helped me find what strains of medical marijuana could best address my symptoms.
When I first used medical marijuana, I was surprised and relieved to find that while it was not debilitating like the prescription medications, it dealt far better with my pain, nausea, vomiting, and chronic insomnia.
Now I use a small amount of medical marijuana in the evenings before I go to bed. It helps me have a restful night’s sleep, and the relief is still there in the morning.
Because of my Compassionate Use, I have far less pain, I am able to eat and make my body healthier, and I can sleep through the night.
If the City succeeds in closing down all the Compassionate Use dispensaries, I don’t know what I will do.
It was embarrassing enough to go into a Compassionate Use dispensary with my recommendation and card. I just can’t imagine myself trying to get medical marijuana from a drug dealer on the street.
That would be stupid and dangerous. I would put myself in harm’s way, and would have no way of trusting that the medical marijuana I receive is appropriate to help my symptoms.
I do not want to go back to living in such agony. It’s blind of the City of San Diego to continue this charade of lawsuits against compliant Compassionate Use dispensaries and make those of us who cannot survive without the medicine suffer needlessly.