Cannabis Cures Cancer: Take Five Leaves and Pray

Cannabis Cures Cancer: Take Five Leaves and Pray.

Sharon Letts, Toke Signals with Steve Elliot


The
spider web-like mass found in my right breast the summer of 2012 had me
thinking about my mom, the farm she was raised on, DDT, Malathion,
Rachel Carson, and Cannabis – in that order.

I saw the configuration while proactively peeking over the shoulder of both the mammogram and ultra-sound technicians.


While waiting for the biopsy I decided to do some research, and
in no time found an image of a nearly identical mass on the Mayo
Clinic’s Web site, naming it, “Lobular Carcinoma.”


http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/invasive-lobular-carcinoma/DS01063

This
type of cancer begins in the milk-producing glands of the breast, or
lobules, affecting 10 to 15 percent of all women in the U.S. It’s a
mass, not a lump, as with the ever popular Ductal Carcinoma, affecting
up to 85 percent of women in this country.


Mayo, WTF?

This information can be found in the
Mayo Clinic’s tedious, page-by-page listing of incredibly limited
information, with the only cause listed as Hormone replacement. Which
stumps me, since my sister – who is 18 months older – had this same type
of cancer just two years prior, never having taken Hormones.


In my humble opinion, being proactive about health is equal to
being able to see past the bullshit of modern day medicine’s smoke
screens. Being a cannabis patient, my bullshit meter runs a bit high.


Once Upon a Time

My mom grew up on a farm in
Illinois in the 1920s and 30s, just outside of the state capitol of
Springfield. Yes, Springfield. Kind of like The Simpsons – the
difference being, my mom told childhood stories of dancing with my aunt
and uncle beneath the rain of DDT falling down from crop dusting
airplanes on the waving fields of grain. None of them grew a third eye,
all died of cancers.


Carson discovered the dangers of DDT as far back as the 1939,
yet didn’t write Silent Spring until 1962, describing in great detail
how pests are killed by an attack on their central nervous system –
paralyzing and rendering them defenseless until their immune system
fails and each organ stops functioning and they suffocate.


Poisoned Little Planet

DDT stays in genetic
bloodlines up to five generations that we know of. Off the top of my
head, illnesses affecting the central nervous and auto immune systems
are, Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, Huntington’s, epilepsy, multiple
sclerosis; all the attention deficit disorders; and the entire, and ever
broadening, fabulously popular, autistic spectrum, including anxiety,
and a bevy of psychiatric and mental disorders.


DDT wasn’t pulled from U.S. markets until 1972. It’s no shock to
learn the stuff is still in use today as a “Vector Control” in many
third world countries.


Relax, it’s good for you

My mom was diagnosed with
stage five ductal carcinoma in 1999. She was gone three months later.
After reviewing her records, it was found the cancer began in her lungs.
Second-hand smoke from tobacco, they said, killed my mom.


When I was in high school in the mid-1970s Malathion was sprayed
at night over Los Angeles in an attempt to save our agriculture
industry from the Fruit Fly. I remember a curfew at night, then going
outside in the morning and having an oily film on everything.


http://pmep.cce.cornell.edu/profiles/extoxnet/haloxyfop-methylparathion/malathion-ext.html

Shortly
thereafter, I came down with a mysterious infection with a temperature
of 104 that sent me to the hospital twice for weeks at a time. The skin
on my hands and feet peeled, I turned yellow with jaundice, lost two
months of school, and nearly died. No diagnosis was ever made.


The Blame Game

In general, the powers that be tell
the average American, you took hormone replacement, therefore you have
lobular carcinoma; you drank more than three glasses of alcohol a day,
had children after 30 (or didn’t have children at all), therefore you
have ductal carcinoma; you were near second-hand smoke, therefore you
have lung cancer; you didn’t use sun block, therefore you have skin
cancer.


The redirecting of blame is enough to make anyone sick.


As a cannabis patient I’m angry enough for the lack of
information and research on cannabis and cancer, let alone a vague and
bleary window of information in general on why or how I contracted it.


Take two support groups and call me in the morning

Already
challenged with thyroid disease, literally suffering through menopause,
being faced with the possibility of cancer was daunting, to say the
least.


Thankfully, within the cannabis community, the most common
thread in the veil of help for cancer and other illness seems to be
within ourselves and each other.

I have fewer answers than the Mayo Clinic’s website, but one thing I
do know one thing, I have educated choices that go beyond what the
powers that be would like us to believe. I have a green village at my
fingertips, and my bowl runneth over.


Boob Lubed

Pending the biopsy, I began ingesting
raw leaves in salad, then blending it in a drink, daily, and upped the
nightly dose of Nternal Oil needed for sleep troubles, caused by
menopause.


Nternal link: http://www.herculeshealthcenter.com/

The
morning of the biopsy I ingested a tablespoon of homemade
cannabis-infused honey tincture, rather than the usual “Valium” needed
for my medical procedure phobias.


I was completely relaxed as the technician rolled the
Ultra-Sound’s magic wand around my breast, thinking to myself, “Wouldn’t
it be amazing if the minimal amount ingested was enough to make that
spider-web disappear?”


As I lay there further telling myself, “Too good to be true, not
going to happen to me,” the technician informs, “I can’t seem to find
it.”


After looking at past and current views, the surgeon said, “We might not do this today.”


To which I informed, “I’ve been ingesting raw cannabis – that
may be the reason,” to which he asks if he can do that therapy too.


Typical Stoner vs. Enlightened Patient

Why is it
that stoner jokes always seem to come into play whether medicine is
discussed or not? As if getting high is the end-all, as I lay there with
my boob exposed and jelled, facing the big “C.”


But this is my moment to enlighten, and I advise, no, ingesting
of raw cannabis will not get you high, and teased that it may not be the
treatment for him, to which he was comically disappointed.


I then ask if he is aware of cannabis as a treatment for cancer,
and he quickly says no, but continues to tell me that he was part of a
cannabis experiment in medical school in the 1960s that found medicinal
value to the plant, such as in treating nausea.


As he tells it, they injected him with a cannabis serum (heated,
no doubt), and he said he became so excited (intoxicated is more like
it), he grabbed the ass of the attending nurse.


This admission was met with howls of laughter from the attending staff, but I pressed on.


“That must have been a strong batch,” I say, to more chuckles. I
then advise him of the practice of heating cannabis for psychoactive
effects of THC (tetrahydrocannabinol), and that CBD (cannabidiol) is a
natural medicine that works with our bodies, promoting health and
healing illness.

Mind you, this is all taking place as I lay there, boob lubed for all to see.


Personal Trials

Stumped at the lack of mass, the good doctor wanted to go ahead with the procedure, “… as long as we are all here,” he declared.


I took this as my chance to do a little trial myself and asked
if we could postpone the procedure another month while I continue with
my own therapy. Thankfully, he agreed.


Second Time’s A Charm

The month preceding the
second scheduled biopsy, I continued to ingest cannabis smoothies daily
using raw leaves. I also began a treatment of Rick Simpson Oil,
otherwise known as “RSO,” originally created by Canadian, Rick Simpson,
used the world over to cure cancer and other serious ailments. http://phoenixtears.ca/

During
the second scheduled biopsy one month later, the “target point” was
gone, with the attending surgeon declaring, “No biopsy needed.”


The attending ultra-sound technician (also attending during the
first scheduled biopsy) wrote it off as a “technical error” on the part
of both the initial mammogram technician and the ultra-sound technician
prior.


It didn’t matter that I saw the spider web-like mass with my own
eyes, because the medical community’s hands are tied when it comes to
acknowledging Cannabis as a cure for Cancer. As long as our Federal
Government has it scheduled with heroin, including it in its miserably
failed “War on Drugs,” how can they?


60 Grams in 90 Days

There are numerous
testimonials of cancer curing and/or alleviating real illness on the
Internet. One woman, Corrie Yelland, is a cannabis patient in British
Columbia who shared on Rick Simpson’s Facebook page that she too was
Cancer-free after receiving a two to four month death sentence for anal
cancer last summer – the same kind of invasive Cancer that took the life
of actress Farah Fawcett.


After Yelland’s doctor advised she get her affairs in order, she
looked up Rick Simpson’s how-to YouTube video, made her own RSO, and
ingested the concentrate for the suggested dosage of 60 grams in 90
days. She also made suppositories, thinking she might as well get it
right to the cancer.


When her cancer literally disappeared, so dumbfounded was her
Oncologist by her miraculous recovery, he proceeded with a biopsy out of
sheer disbelief, but all he found was scar tissue.

Evangelize Cannabis


As Clint Werner so aptly states, until 1942 cannabis was on the
U.S. list of medicinal botanicals. It was a major compound used in
hundreds of remedies for centuries, globally and Biblically.


Jesus healed with “Holy Anointing Oil” – and it wasn’t Canola, that’s for damn sure.


Knowledge is power. It’s not a matter of if we get cancer; it’s
when, and all the sunscreen in the world won’t change the fact that
toxins have made a home in our genetic blood lines for generations to
come.


Cannabis is not an issue of crime; it’s a matter of education.
Do the research yourself and learn the truth. Grow your own, start a
leaf co-op, become a medicine maker, and spread the truth — for until
the words come from out of our mouths, the truth will not be heard — and
our lives and the health of the planet depend on it.


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