I was a good parent living in suburban NJ.I had a classic life - two and a half kids, a dog, and a white picket fence.I was a runner and avid yogi.I had a respected career as a hospice nurse and belonged to the PTO/PTA. I loved my kids more than life and strived to raise responsible, healthy humans that would positively impact the world.I was a good parent.
An injury while working as a hospice nurse altered my life.I suffered a permanent spinal injury.I tumbled into darkness.I lost my career, my wellness, and my passions.I had major surgery, tried countless traditional and complementary therapies, and accrued endless bottles of heavy pharmaceuticals.
All I had left was being a good parent, and even with that, I struggled.I endured brutal side-effects of prescribed medications while simultaneously suffering from excruciating pain.
Yet, when medical marijuana was suggested, I balked.I would not - could not - be a pothead.I was a parent, a good parent.Good parents can't use pot, can they?
My desperation grew.My own mother helped me find the courage to try medical marijuana.
When I experienced incredible (nothing short of miraculous) medical results, I knew I had to share my story with other parents. Marijuana did not make me a bad parent.Marijuana made me a better parent than I've ever been before!
Good parents do use marijuana.
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