Exactly a month ago, I sat in the doctor’s office with my fiancé and our two sons, as a woman I’d just met told me that a biopsy and ultrasound of my thyroid and neck was suspicious of thyroid cancer. I smiled. Surely, she’d made a mistake. A week prior, I had brought in a CT of my neck from three years ago when I had first noticed the lumps there. I thought it was due to swelling from having several wisdom teeth extracted and thought nothing more of it. Until now. The lumps are still here. Not painful, but somewhat noticeable. Still, I thought maybe it had something to do with giving birth or breastfeeding. Afterall, our body’s change so much & postpartum thyroiditis is a thing.
So I went to Johns Hopkins, I scheduled an appointment with otolaryngology. The surgeon did a scope of my throat and didn’t notice anything unusual. After viewing my CT scans he tell us that we should probably prepare ourselves for The C-word. “I see it all the time, I’m not worried. If it is cancer, don’t worry, we can have a small surgery to remove the thyroid. It’s the common procedure in this case,” He says and gave me the information for an endocrinologist, who apparently only took clients seven months out. With his referral, he assured me, I’d get an appointment the next week.
So here we are, sitting in a small examine room, as this woman, the endocrinologist, tells me, in otherwise perfect health, the one thing that I never imagined would change my life forever. She goes on and on about the surgery, the 4 week recovery, and the radioactive iodide that would follow. Plus, the hormone pills and lifelong doctor visits after that. The entire time, I’m smiling, half listening trying to keep Mars and Messiah entertained. Completely unbothered by the news. In fact, I thought and still think, the whole thing was hilarious. Serious, but funny, and sad in the way providers attempt to plant fear in patients in order to get their consent to thousand dollar surgeries and treatment plans even though natural healing and cures exist. So, I just smiled.
Before now, I’ve used cannabis to treat self-diagnosed anxiety, depression, and maybe PTSD. Nausea and insomnia, and whatever else. But I never really considered myself as a cannabis patient. I gained cannabis knowledge and experience in the Industry with the humble intentions of inspiring others to use cannabis to heal themselves! My use of cannabis has been mostly recreational with medicinal benefits. Now, everything is different.
When I told the doctor of my intention to use medical cannabis, his response was the generic response that most doctors are required by hospital protocol to give, as to be expected. I will be using cannabis to treat thyroid cancer. I’m currently in the process of becoming a medical cannabis patient in my state. While I know there is a lot of fear, and shame, and whatever else associated with cancer, and with cannabis use, that often leads people into fear based thinking—I am excited for the opportunity to use RSO, a highly concentrated cannabis oil, along with other herbs (plus an alkaline vegan diet, fasting, and exercise) to heal my thyroid and my body, mind, & spirit. & most importantly, to share my journey—because clearly my throat chakra is all fucked up!
Surgery, especially removing such an important organ as the thyroid, is not an option for me and will never be the best choice, regardless of what Western medicine diagnoses. While I know many people are unaware of the healing power of herbs and of cannabis, especially in killing cancerous cells and improving thyroid function, I’m conscious! Healing is a natural, mind-body-spirit phenomenon so I’ll be healing and balancing naturally. “How can you heal if you’ve never healed?” the universe asked me, in the midst of my shame and embarrassment. So, I’m healing. & happy.
I’m grateful. I was challenged originally with whether or not to tell people. I was crippled slightly due to the fear of shame and embarrassment. People tend to plant their worse fear onto others and often neglect evidence based information in the process. There are so many people who, would never question their doctor, their diagnosis or treatment and even asking for a second opinion is blasphemous. For them, there is nothing to research, no alternative to consider because “whatever the doctor says, goes.” I’m not one of those people. I don’t ever want to put on a facade like everything is perfect and these moments aren’t challenging but my happiness is absolute, not relative. I’ve had far worse moments, and have overcome triumphantly a whole lot of shit that many people should never live through. I’m not interested in being an advocate for surviving cancer or fighting cancer in any traditional sense. Surviving, fighting, and treating cancer is not healing or curing it! I also don’t want to be quiet about the fact that more people (young, black, and women) are being diagnosed with cancer and dying from carcinogens in our environment and in our foods while cures like cannabis, are being suppressed and stigmatized, especially in Black communities.
Becoming a medical cannabis patient will make me a better caregiver! I’ll be crafting my own medicine, herbal infusions, and edibles to heal MY body. I hope to be transparent throughout this entire time, to aid in my healing. I’ll be sharing my journey here, and doing videos and demonstrations via patreon. I’ll be hosting educational workshops and events to elevate cannabis healing and break the stigma associated with cannabis. Join me!
How are you using cannabis to heal?