Our First Stop Is In Bogota

 Entry 1.    4:20 9:20 p.m.

Jenny's new marijuana guru sent a preliminary shipment of tincture and bud for her to use to treat her cancer, while he creates her magic oils.  I smoked so much pot as a kid, people could easily have mistaken me as the lovechild of Cheech & Chong. I knew


growers and dealers in my neighborhood, and their and saw operations that would have blow your mind in the 1980s. I quit smoking when I was 20. I tried it again, off and on after I was 45, but it doesn't work for me. Jenny was not a pot smoker, maybe tried it a few times, like 3-4, well after she was in her 20s. She has tried to use different forms of it to treat her cancer, encourages by healthcare professionals including her palliative doc.  I have a friend who runs a network of pot shops in California, and she hooked me up with a Ph.D botanist in 2020, and he gave me lots of advice, all of it good. We tried to follow it. Smoking the flower was the best, he said. But Jenny struggled to smoke. We tried every delivery method. I even tried to smoke with her once. I brought in hardcore stoners for help.  Nothing worked. Not bong, vape, oil, joint, pipe, etc. She hated it. But she tried a vape pen last week, and loved it. I am hopeful it will work.  But all of this incredible bud she just got, and it is the most fragrant and robust marijuana I have seen in my life, is orphaned. She can't smoke it. Horticultural technology has now created bud that far surpasses what I knew as premier marijuana as a kid.

Jenny is at 146 lbs.  She got her favorite Jimmy John's today. It sits in the fridge.  She is, every day, a little less functional. It is breaking me into pieces. She had a friend bring paneer over yesterday, so she can cook saag paneer for us. She couldn't possibly do that. Me making it would be worse.

She is getting spontaneous bruising, now, in fact has a gnarly bruise on her left side, caused by the cancer. This isn't uncommon, and is indicative of a lack of clotting factor in her blood.  It's weird that the bruise has grown, or maybe it isn't.

She is in pain.  I am looking forward to tomorrow.


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