Wow, Man. Maybe We Should, Like, Keep An Open Mind
San Francisco breast cancer victim speaks of her change of heart toward medical marijuana
Heather Millar writes on WebMD.com: I grew up in San Francisco in the late 1960s and 1970s, not even two miles from the famously groovy Haight-Ashbury. Even today, in that neighborhood, you’d think the counter-culture never ended: marijuana smoke often wafts down streets full of skateboard-toting people in tie-dye and dreadlocks.
Strangely, considering this background, I’ve never been a pothead. Then, I got breast cancer. I clearly remember, not long after diagnosis, attending a street fair and walking by a medical marijuana tent. A super mellow dude behind the table handed me a little green “pot holder.” No, it was not the kind you use in the kitchen. Who knows, I thought, maybe this will help during chemo.
Serious personal crises demand an open mind.