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First I would like to take a moment and thank a couple people Nick, Jahn, and Ashli from Weedly without them this entire event and article would have been a lot harder to pull off. I started planning fairly early for this event, considering all the behind the scenes struggles we had to cross just to pull off an event of this magnitude 5 days worth of events to watch, see, and participate with as well as stay comfortable, being able to physically keep up with daily challenges with weather and the physical demade of each day, stress of being in public medicated and or medicating in public discretely and appropriately, the stress of being in public all while engaging with the public and truly getting their opinions on Cannabis weather its recreational or medicinal.
I was diligent in contacted the event and pitched my Article “Medicating Discreetly and Appropriately in public as a Cancer Patient” 90 days in advance, and I started talking to the local caregivers I had contacts with and I had edibles setup, flower and concentrate setup for the weekend and I started reaching out to other companies that I could partner with for a vaporizer or something cool to debut but I hadn’t gotten that far and things started to get rocky, quickly about 45 days out of the event I lost my edible, flower, and concentrate sponsors as well as suffered the loss of a family friend. Almost 2 weeks had passed and I received a surprising email and then phone call asking why I was interested in Press passes for this type of event considering I write for a “Weed Magazine?” Bike Week event and a Weed Magazine again questioning the quarrilation. I started out bumpy to say the least, actually, honestly I needed to regroup and quick.
The gentleman with Bike Week called back, he was extremely nice and obviously could hear the anxiety and that I was caught off guard, he gave me a moment to regroup and I explained, I am a terminal cancer patient here in Arizona and that I have successfully won battles with Cervical Cancer, Uterine Cancer, and Endometrium Cancer and I am currently treating my stage 4 bladder cancer with Rick Simpson Oil. The more I dove into my story he kept asking me the one question that was the hardest for me to understand but when l stopped and listened a moment and understood the question what made Bike Week so special for me, as to do the piece aimed around this type of event?
I started to explain, when I was eleven, my mom was the poster women for the “working girl” the women’s movement single mom and supermom at that, no child support, and most of the time living paycheck to paycheck and eating out of ice chest for months, I know, I paint an awesome childhood portrait, but this was also pretty typical for low-income single mom’s in the last several decades. I’m not exactly sure why however, my brother and I would soon find out that our mother needed medical help and she had to send us to live with family while she was hospitalized. Due to our age my brother and I were separated I was sent to Washington State to live with my mother’s uncle, I don’t remember how long I lived there, however, the sexual abuse started as soon as we landed in Washington State and continued until I had the courage to stand up to him. I was in school and back then we had a police detective come to our class and teach us about sexual abuse and how to help ourselves. I sat through the class quiet, scared and honestly I was so mad at myself because I didn’t fully understand that what my great uncle was doing to me, he said he was teaching me about sex and how to be a women, but my eyes were open now I understood that what he was doing was wrong. As the class was ending I raised my hand to ask, “A friend of mine said her uncle was just teaching her about sex,” I paused as I pondered what the question was that I was asking, the detective must have seen the question building up in my head, and the detective “Yes, sweetie that is a common lie that they convince their victim to keep them quiet and confused, they wrapped up the class and we moved on to our next class, which was physical education.
I didn’t know at the time but the detective had a suspicion something was going on with me so they sat and watched. We always started physical education with running 20 laps around the field, I started my laps and retreated in my head, I kept thinking what had I done, how did I not see that this was bad, I just kept hating myself the more I ran the more scared and angry I became. I was in such deep shock, anger, and fear that I didn’t hear the whistle to stop running, the class moved on to another task and even finished up the class. I was in a Catholic school at that time, I have no memory of how or when I stopped running, and later I found out that 2 nuns basically tackled me, I was so entranced, I didn’t hear or see anything I just ran.
Once the detective and the nuns had me calmed down, I lost it I told them everything, the officer then told me to go home and stay quiet about what had happened, they had to do something with a judge to get me out of the house, so I went home like normal, Uncle Bill was there waiting when I got home, and he wasn’t happy because I was late. The police started banging on the door, and I jumped, Bill and his wife looked at me with pure hate in their eyes, like they knew the police were there because of me. My uncle answered the door, as the rest of us were sitting at the table, we hear a bit of a commotion and I jump up to run to the police but my uncles wife trapped me in the kitchen, she picked this jar and threw it at me calling me every name in the book while trying to grab a knife, out of nowhere I pull my fist back and throw my first punch, she went down and I ran around her and was heading to the front room where the police were and this lady officer comes around the corner, she grabs me and pulls me through the house and out the back door to safety.
The whole ordeal only took minutes but has lived inside me for thirty years, that evening I was introduced to Biker Steve. Biker Steve sat outside the foster home the entire night just to make me feel safe, he then escorted me with the police to the airport the next morning and put me on a plane to my dad’s, and I have never forgotten him.
I chose this event because bikers make me feel safe and I’m about to base an article completely around cannabis, a drug, and medicating in public. With the recent controversy here in the United States over Medical Marijuana, although becoming more and more accepted by the general public, it’s still very much federally illegal, and this particular event is on federal property, so now the fun begins. Consuming cannabis on federal property is a big no-no, however they do sell alcohol, all purses or bags have to be checked, and they don’t have you remove the opioids from your person before entering so the question we were looking to be answered is, this is my medicine why do I have to give up my quality of life because I choose to medicate with cannabis, and would they prohibit my husband from using his insulin on property?
Day 1, was a wash and we knew it would be, getting the passes, setting up talking points and meeting new friends we also needed to find a secluded spot close by to medicate if needed and do a public review of Valley OG that The Nirvana Center donated. We set up the first couple of live videos in the media center introducing ourselves and our sponsor The Glendale Greenhouse with their brand of edibles Top Shelf, as the night went on I drained quickly, pain was starting to set in hard and I started eating the Top Shelf 300mg Sweet Gummies, along with 60mg cookies which were amazing the cookies a bit hard for me but still amazing. By the time we made it back to our vehicle, I was in bad shape, we headed for the smoke area we set up and did several dabs, for safety reasons and the law we setup designated drivers before the event started. On the way home the seizures started, I overdid it with the stress of the day, not eating, and the weather.
By the time we made it to bed we decided to start day 2 a little later, Nick and Jahn from Weedly talked before calling to check on me. We started a conference call to go over the day’s plan, we decided to meet up around 4 pm and started walking through the crowd, Item 9 Labs donated a small Palm battery with some distillate that we could vape on while walking around. We walked the entire grounds and started a game plan to start talking to people, we set our first interview with stunt bikers and the ball of doom riders. Our first interview was with an 18-year-old stunt rider, who said cannabis really wasn’t his thing but he’s had family use it and it has been extremely beneficial for them, he spoke very eloquently for an 18 year old, we made a list of question aiming around what cancer and cannabis looks like, fairly simple but straightforward. As day 2 was winding down, I chose to leave about 8 pm, I didn’t want to overdo it again, and we still had two more days of the event.
Day 3 it’s Friday, I knew Friday and Saturday was going to be crowded, and I have severe anxiety in crowds, along with physical disabilities so our team just hovered around me until the crowd was too much and I went back to the media room. I started with the edibles that The Glendale Greenhouse donated, the 300mg sweet gummies, had 10 pieces per container and we had 2 containers, the cookies were 3 cookies per container 2 containers at 60mg a piece. In order to get the relief from my symptoms I was in taking almost 500mg of infused edibles not including what I smoked just to keep myself walking, by the time we left Friday Night, I was wishing it over.
One thing nobody tells you is pushing oneself beyond pain thresholds can make for a really bad day, and sometimes even worse weeks, but as a terminal cancer patient I feel I have to push myself if I stop, I might die. I can’t stop writing, it’s my outlet, the thing that keeps me going.
day 4 Day 4 arrives, and I’m exhausted we made it back to bike week in the early afternoon, checked out the Bike competition, and walked around we talked to several people watched the kids race their dirt bikes. We started our closing and posting video’s and images for the world to see, we did several interviews with vendors and people in the crowd, they were so much fun to talk to and hear their stories which I will be writing in the second half of this article.
As the day went on the crowd kept multiplying, more and more people were coming in as the sun was going down waiting for the concerts to start. As we walked and talked with people, we started to notice people wanting to talk to us, more and more people started watching us and listening to us. I had a few people comment on my story that I didn’t know, and they were so supportive, they were genuinely interested in what cannabis is doing for me. They talked to me about their cancer stories, and they asked why the education isn’t out there.
Cannabis has only been illegal for the past hundred or so years, and it was used in a medicinal setting at that time. The healing qualities of cannabis are vast and not completely understood yet by the general public but with every passing day, we are learning new ways that cannabis heals. By healing I mean several aspects of healing, for example, I have had cancer 4 times and been through more than my fair share of surgeries and I became addicted to opioids like so many others it was the hardest addiction for me to brake simply because I wasn’t always awake when I took them, the pain would wake me up several times a night and it got to the point that I was so exhausted I would fall asleep and my body felt pain so my brain said medication I was literally sleep walking every couple of hours and taking more pills my conscious mind was no longer in control, and my subconscious was feeding the addiction after I was asleep. This is all aspect of the opioids are dangerous they can turn a person that’s not suicidal into a tragic fatality leaving their family and friends left wondering why? Why would they commit suicide? Now if you take that same person, for example, me, as my husband he is my main support system, he started noticing me sleepwalking and taking the pills, he chose not to say anything to me until he knew I was awake. That next morning my husband called off of work because he needed to make me understand. He sat down and supportingly let me know I had been taking more pills in my sleep, he asked me if I realized it and I hadn’t but he didn’t accuse me or shame me, he let me know he loved me and he was going to help me, he started giving me the pills of the day and hiding the rest to keep me honest and I eventually beat the hold that opioids had on me, however I started to wonder how many were doing the same things with the opioids, how many people have died because their subconscious was taken over by addiction. I started to notice friends of mine that used opioids were angry all the time and they really weren’t sure why.
I am now a 43-year-old terminal cancer patient that is determined to survive and teach others how to improve their quality of life. Just being alive is not quality, I want to enjoy the time I have left not be sick and in bed at a hospital somewhere waiting to die. With cannabis, the last 2 years have been the best in my life in 20 years, when you spend 20 years fighting cancer you can’t live you just exist.
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