I took this screenshot ten years ago, when I was doing research for my aunt on her computer after she went through chemotherapy for an ovary cancer.
This year she’s finally getting some cannabis-based treatment and feels much better. Less pain, sleeps better, has less difficulty to talk. I’m glad she feels better but I’m sad that she could have a long time ago. At that time I was ready to grow some, to buy some for her and for myself. I had had one of those talk that ends up with a door slammed with my dad. He thought I had lost my mind a bit.
Now he tells me how his sister is feeling better, looking down on skype.
I will never understand what the fuck we’re doing, why we’re so weird with this plant.