As each day passes my condition just seems to get worse. My doctor told me I had barely a year so I don’t know why I still spend my days under the treatment that will only put me in pain for a measly chance in being able to live longer. Every time I wake up I see the last of my hair strands left on the pillow. Walking was slowly becoming more of a challenge as the pains would render me immobile more often as time goes on. Living in Phoenix, I would rather stay at home and avoid the heat so I didn’t worry much about traveling out.
As I woke up on a cold morning I went with my usual routine. I sat down on by the table with some water and my medications while the aroma of coffee brewing filled the kitchen. As I felt the meds slide down my throat the slight pitter patter of rain on outside brought me into a trance. I dreamt what it would feel like being whole, being healthy again. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see the day. As I broke from the semiconscious state I reached for the bottle of my medication and couldn’t help but stare at it and think, “Is this really helping me?” I thought about turning to alternatives.
I do remember a friend suggesting to me to use medical marijuana. I then thought there are some Phoenix Dispensaries here in the city. Medical marijuana has been legalized for a while now but I never really thought about using it. I’ve tried as much as possible to stay away from marijuana ever since my friends and I got caught some time back when it was still illegal. Now that recreational marijuana is also legal my friends always find themselves having a good time. They did invite me one time but I turned down the offer. It was at that night I started feeling ill and a couple weeks later found out my condition.
When I went to bed, I pondered on the thought of using medical marijuana. Before my thoughts could clearly come to a decision I slipped into a deep sleep. The next morning, I woke up with more energy than usual. I decided to go to my doctor and start securing a green card. I decided to finally use Medical Marijuana Phoenix. The entire process didn’t seem a long time to me but finally I was able to get my green card. As I held it in my hands, I felt like I was holding on to hope, holding on to better chance of being able to live.
I headed on down to the local Phoenix Dispensary to buy some medical marijuana. The staff was quite accommodating and helped me find the right type of marijuana for me. I made my purchase and went home quickly. I went on to smoke my first marijuana blunt and as I exhaled the smoke, I felt like more life entered me. I felt alive.