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Sept.5.2011
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THE UN-UNITED MENTAL STATES of MEDICAL MARIJUANA
by: Harold J Morales
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This is incredibly hard for me to write, yet easy to believe, that only six months have gone by since ADHS/AZ has both enacted and sabotaged PROP 203. I have gone from being excitably gullible back in February of 2010 with my first steps into contacting my Neurologist for a medical marijuana referral, MPP to volunteer my services, Investors to finance my ideas, Spiritual leaders, Marketing superstars for raffle guidance in my vision of a non-profit and last but not least - real world market research/development and surveillance of this emerging MM industry to - going insanely frustrated and confused, such is the case for multitudes of others, at it's current outcome in AZ's illegal governance and ill-will of it's voters for the third time around.
I've gone from desiring to be one of the first to apply for my MM Card /Dispensary applications to finding the argument of having more freedom and liberties without it, as I mentally cock my arm back to wield my metal mallet onto the round peg into the square pie-hole of those who act like NWO dictators!
As I was literally dragging my feet around, uncomfortably watching AZ elected officials fumble over themselves, remember the one about a 300% tax per Oz, arresting MM Patients, suing and rightfully getting sued back. I received the news that my older brother was diagnosed with stage four terminal liver cancer. This is where my journey turns from heartbreak to complete devastation and ignorance of those whom we turn to when our health fails us and depend on to help guide and educate us with every treatment option medically known. While my brothers own faith in a creator is secure, the look of gloom in the eyes and voice of doom resonating off the lips from the spiritual counsel from his bedside, made my brothers eyes roll in disbelief from the vibe in lack of hope, even making the comment afterwards, "it's not over yet"... tempting a smile on my own sullen face as we locked eyes upon each other.
My brother Jim has worked in building maintenance for over 25 years, hard working and underpaid with no health insurance. He is a keep to himself type with little complaint ever rarely expressed. He had been working thru allot of discomfort for about the last six months and finally had to quit his job the first of July whereas he was bed ridden for 10 days. During this time he was MIA... a couple of times a year he will disappear for two-three days to unwind by himself so I didn't really think anything about his absence - plus I was pre occupied with my Mom and Pop's health issues. My brother usually visits several times a week helping out the family with a myriad of chores. After about a week his family started to have concerns and after ten days his daughter and myself hunted him down to find out he had been bed ridden. I expressed that he should go to the emergency room for support explaining that they would have to treat him as ill as he was, three days later he did just that.
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Having dealt with my own disability going on 26 years, I realize that hospitals and doctors are a double edged scalpel, and you do not want to be cut on the wrong side of that blade.
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Thankfully he was admitted without insurance and within the first few days he was unfortunately given a cancer diagnosis, yet for some reason he was denied a comfortable dose of pain meds and lied to by his nurse that she would contact his doctor to discuss this issue. It wasn't until I arrived and accused her of negligence did she request a doctor consult that happened 30 minutes later and he started getting treatment for his pain and discomfort. At this time, I inquired and requested that he be put on cannabinoids being that he qualified for a MM recommendation and registered as a MM patient. I was informed that they were prescribing him Marinol (synthetic THC) to increase his appetite. I complained about using synthetics over organics from the very beginning and understood his caregivers were aware of my knowledge on the subject of cancer and Rick Simpson's Hemp Oil recipe and 30-90 day treatment plan. At this same time I also raised my concerns about his mental clarity. It was explained that his disease was causing this. After several days on August 30th at 2PM he finally had test results showing high levels of ammonia and given meds for symptom relief. I was also led to believe he was receiving canna-shakes, and later found out they were just nutritional drinks.
My bro is being sent home with the understanding that traditional treatment options are not in his playbook and given about six months to live. I refuse to accept this reality at this time and will fight along side my brother as long as he allows me to. jAMES eMANUEL mORALES - 1958 tO iNFINITY aND bEYOND
My brother spent 16 days at the hospital, enduring a slew of procedures including a multitude of diabetes injections whereas he was never diagnosed with the illness and told they were unable to find the primary source of his cancer. From the very beginning I was reassured that he would not be released until his insurance was in place and had medical resources to follow up with.
On August 2nd we met with the Palliative Care Nurse to plan his homecoming and to be sure that my brother is not released without insurance in place and be able to be assigned a PCP / Specialist DR's and cost of prescription drug maintenance. The person from Social Services finally introduced herself towards the end of his hospital stay, reassuring her support.
On August 3rd my older brother was released and brought home by his daughter. Under these dire circumstances, him being home was the most harmonious week the family had experienced in a long while.
Unbelievably, he was denied AHCCCS /DES while admitted to the hospital and lied to about receiving assistance applying for SSI/SSD stringing us along for weeks before applying in person on the morning of August 29th.
As I'm writing this I feel mind fucked throughout this whole process and my brother has said to me since being home, his experience was... horrendous, his word not mine.
Again under Palliative home-care he was giving the option to take Marinol to stimulate his appetite, yet not to treat the cancer. Based on my opinion he denied this prescription. Both Palliative care and the practice his oncologist works under refused to give my brother a MM recommendation or even suggest flooding his system as a viable cannabinoid treatment plan. As of this writing I've been unable to access the raw material to begin his Canna Oil treatment plan.
Allan Sobel's 2811 Club will be providing the MM referral service that no one else in my brothers care feel's comfortable doing with the situation PROP 203 is currently under. Thanks Allan for  ING in the fIGHT
Final Thought: Out of sITE - bUT /\/EVER oUT oF mIND :-[]-; / :-[]-: / ;-[]-: TTYSTL :-[]-; / :-[]-: / ;-[]-:
pEACE,
hAROLD
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READ MY REQUEST TO SPIRITUAL lEADERS TO RESEARCH 'Cannabis Law Reform' hERE:
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