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Landon Riddle; Leukemia Ninja For Cannabis

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My Guru, Landon

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You may have already seen Landon, of #TeamLandon, on social media websites and in the news, but there is more to him than the clips can show you. The first time I met Landon he was out cold under general anesthesia and the levity of his transcendent nature was evident withal.

Having a propensity to devour scholarly peer reviewed articles and winding about the Cannabis crowds in Colorado predisposed Landon's story to catch my attention as it came across my desk. I was blown away. This little boy had survived both Leukemia and the chemotherapy treatment before he'd even turned three years old. And now here he was living proof of everything I'd been reading; apoptosis of Leukemic cells, the benefits of Cannabis, right in front of me!

While doctors continually declared that most children did just fine with the standardized protocol of pediatric chemotherapy Landon was busy proving just how unique he really is. It was no easy battle and the severity of reaction to the treatments is blatant throughout the photograph documentation of his battle.

By the time the universe had placed me in his presence Landon was in remission. His hair had returned, he'd put on weight, he was smiling, developing, talking up a storm and taking Cannabis. In Utah the chemotherapy put Landon's Leukemia in remission, but telling the medical team about his Cannabis use was too risky at the time. He moved to Colorado to procure the Cannabis oil that had given back his life essence under the protection of Colorado's state constitution as a registered medical cannabis patient. Surprising doesn't begin to encompass the feeling that washed over me upon discovering that, although he moved to the state blazing trails of emerging medicinal benefits linked to the endocannabinoid system, Landon's new oncology team would demand that he undergo three more years of chemotherapy.

Sweet Mary Kane Holds Landon Post Forced Chemo

My Guru, Landon continued 

Let me take a minute to explain, Landon's blood work came back again and again confirming he was in remission. Witnessing firsthand the dramatic improvement once he began taking the Cannabis oil the family on his team called a medical meeting. Their request? So long as Landon remains in remission; monitor his status with weekly blood work, suspend standard chemotherapy protocols, stop steroid treatment, and continue alternative treatments including Cannabis, organic diet, and supplements. The intensity which he experienced side effects when under common protocol was simply not worth it unless he relapses.

Request denied. In fact in addition to receiving forced chemotherapy every 30 days Sierra and Landon have also been subjected to numerous threats to break up their family and several visits from child services at the request of the medical professionals on his team. No parent should have to go through the hardships that come with having a child with cancer. So why are they making things worse?

Often times when we see things in the news it seems unreal to us. I assure you Landon is a very real little boy. I have held him and comforted him while he feels terrible after chemo sessions. I have laughed with him and played many games of make believe. I have learned from him a multitude of lessons. I have let him scream in my face and told him I love him no matter what when the medications and the reality of his sentence to three more years of poisoning are simply too much for him, a four year old, to cope with. He has won over the hearts of my children, my partner and many the world wide.

Landon still needs your help however. There are still MILLIONS of people whom have not been reached. Who still believe in the reefer madness propaganda, the D.A.R.E. era, and have no idea that the endocannabinoid system even exists. I am personally calling you to action. Even if you don't use social media, create your account and follow #TeamLandon everywhere. The more followers' #TeamLandon has the higher 'relevance' ranking they have. The higher their ranking the more publicity social media will give them, which means they'll show up in more ways and at the top. That said I challenge you to invite your friends, families, and followers to do the same.

Spread the word, Cannabis is good medicine and if you want to see some evidence click HERE.

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Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 6; The ABC's of SMK

A

• Something I like: Apples

• Something I dislike: Apathy

• Something I love: Art

• Something bad: Agony

B

• Something I like: Bass 

• Something I dislike: Bland food

• Something I love: Banter

• Something bad: Being lied to 

C

• Something I like: Charm 

• Something I dislike: Cake

• Something I love: Cannabis

• Something bad: Cheaters

D

• Something I like: Dirt

• Something I dislike: Drama

• Something I love: Denver

• Something bad: Disrespect

E

• Something I like: Elegance 

• Something I dislike: Earwigs

• Something I love: Earth

• Something bad: Evenings alone

F

• Something I like: Fun  

• Something I dislike: Fakes

• Something I love: Fruit

• Something bad: Falling

G

• Something I like: Gangstas 

• Something I dislike: Gravity (when it makes me fall)

• Something I love: Ganja snacks

• Something bad: Grinding teeth

H

• Something I like: Hugs 

• Something I dislike: Horror

• Something I love: Happiness

• Something bad: Hurt

I

• Something I like: Islands 

• Something I dislike: Irritations

• Something I love: Ibis

• Something bad: Illness

J

• Something I like: Jaq 

• Something I dislike: Jaq

• Something I love: Jaq

• Something bad: Jaq

K

• Something I like:  Kottonmouth Kings

• Something I dislike: Koalas

• Something I love: Kink

• Something bad: Killers

L

• Something I like: Learning

• Something I dislike: Loneliness

• Something I love: Love

• Something bad: Lag

M

• Something I like: Men 

• Something I dislike: Maintenance

• Something I love: My tribe

• Something bad: Meanness 

N

• Something I like:  Nest outside my window

• Something I dislike: Narrow-mindedness

• Something I love: Nenes

• Something bad: Nerve pain

O

• Something I like: Ocean 

• Something I dislike: Oppression

• Something I love: Openness

• Something bad: Oppression

P

• Something I like: Pomplamoose

• Something I dislike: Paper waste

• Something I love: People

• Something bad: Pain

Q

• Something I like: Quilts 

• Something I dislike: Quiet

• Something I love: Quiet

• Something bad: Quiche with meat in it at the meeting where I was assured that everyone knew I was a vegetarian and I didn't need to bring my own breakfast

R

• Something I like: Raver days 

• Something I dislike: Racism

• Something I love: Rat Pack

• Something bad: Rotten anything

S

• Something I like: Sunshine 

• Something I dislike: Selfishness

• Something I love: Someone

• Something bad: Stress

T

• Something I like: Tattoos

• Something I dislike: Treachery 

• Something I love: Trees

• Something bad: Tetnitus

 U

• Something I like: Umbrellas

• Something I dislike: Unagi

• Something I love: Uterus-es 

• Something bad: Unkindness.

V

• Something I like: Violin

• Something I dislike: Verge of insanity

• Something I love: Venus fly traps

• Something bad: Velvet underwear

W

• Something I like: Women

• Something I dislike: War

• Something I love: Waterfalls

• Something bad: Windburn

X

• Something I like: X chromosome

• Something I dislike: X chromosome

• Something I love: Xyris

• Something bad: Xerox

 Y

• Something I like: Yellow

• Something I dislike: Yodeling

• Something I love: You

• Something bad: Yearning

 Z

• Something I like: Zig Zags

• Something I dislike: Zebra farts

• Something I love: Zion

• Something bad: Zero (no seriously that word is just so dumb in english)

Dear Cannabis: Will you be mine?

Valentine that is, when I say to you "be mine" I do not me that I should own you. You bring me the type of joy one can't hide behind sunglasses. Give me such wealth of love its abundance overflows from my soul. And I would have to say this is one of those open type relationships. Not open like I don't care who else you see but open like I trust you and I don't care who else you see, as long as you see me.

Cannabis, you have saved me from myself a time or two. Relieved my own pain on numerous occasions and so much more. Your potential amazes me. I look forward to discovering more about you as we grow old together. The number of ailments and people you have helped is astounding. You inspire me to be a better me.

I promise to, maintain integrity, moderately educate, investigate science, assert my voice to our elected officials, exhibit professionalism, and manifest global quality of life improvement while showing my support for you. I want to be your valentine every day.

All my love,

Sweet Mary Kane

Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 4 (not twenty ... yet).

I may have told you guys this story before, but it has been on my mind lately a lot, so I'm going to talk about it. One night this summer my whole family was piled in the car on our way up the interstate heading home. Just before a white SUV whizzed past us my boyfriend said "Look at this guy!" We were traveling at least 75 mph maybe 80 mph even, and that vehicle just blew by us like we were at a stand still. Within seconds I muttered "He's going to lose control of that vehicle." pointing at it as I watched it began to shudder during a lane change. Sure enough we saw it head sharply toward the median and then back toward the center lane. Did they hit the wall? I thought.

We all smelled it before we saw the break lights and in an instant were at a dead stop. It seemed like eons before my brain pieced it together. What do you see? The SUV is stopped at an angle in the center lane. I cannot see drivers side. Did they hit the median? There's a body in the road. WHAT!? There is a body in the road. Where did it come from? The windows are all intact. Slow motion set in as the gears in my mind turned trying to solve the puzzle. And then it happened, the SUV pulled forward 100 yards into the left lane. There was a motorcycle under the SUV. You don't have your phone. "HAZARDS!" I declared "I don't have a phone, find yours and call 911." I'm out of the car. "Stay in the car." I say to the back seat in a tone no child would ever question. I'm dressed for a birthday party, but I jog toward the injured man in my heels regardless. Not everyone is stopping. He lifts he head up and makes eye contact with me as I approach. I'm almost to him when he reaches for the face mask he was wearing. He's not wearing a helmet. "Sir. Please do not move." I instruct him. I know he comprehends me because he immediately puts his arm back at his side and his forehead to the street. "I am a CNA!" I hear a young woman exclaim. I tag out. KIDS! Not everyone is stopping! My head is battling itself with priorities. PLATE!

"Get the plate," I hear my boyfriend call as if we're having the same experience. I turn back to get the number only to find it's brand new and the tinted windows are too dark to read the temporary tag. I dash back to the car and ask the man parked behind me not to move his car. He is a prison security guard in uniform, he agrees. I look at the faces of my children. They are wide eyed but not hysterical. I hold up one finger and nod at them, they nod back. Traffic already direct the traffic!  I couldn't honestly say how we communicated, hand signals, yelling, telepathically, I think it was probably all of the above, but my boyfriend and I took up the traffic controlling. Miracle! We are in line with an on-ramp and an ambulance just happens to be heading up it. Maybe three minutes have passed. The sun is setting. From no where a man jumps over the median and begins running at us. He doesn't make it to me before my boyfriend intervenes. He is dressed in biker clothing. The man was waiting to meet his friend who never arrived. We send him to the hospital. He verifies that is indeed his missing friends bike.

My boyfriend manages to close off the left side of the highway with the help of other drivers forming a blockade with us. I am stopping and starting traffic from the right lane into the on ramp lane where they can get around the accident if no one is coming up the ramp. I have no means to block this route, other than my body, which loses in a fight to a car every time. A car comes speeding up the on-ramp, and I gasp. They hit no one. My boyfriend comes to my aid and begins directing the oncoming ramp traffic to slow down. We have no flares. They can't see him. Another car zooms past as he raises his arms, willing them to slow down. He's going to try to cross. I hear the engine revving up before I even see the black coupe, but I can't see the driver. I'm fixated on my boyfriend who has stepped out in front of this car to get it's attention. Time froze, and I saw every possibility in that moment. My brain flashed threw clip after clip of outcomes until my mind zeroed in on the one that it wanted. He twisted and leapt into a matrix fast float out of harms way. We don't jump that way, people only move that way in the movies, but he did. Safety praise Jah! The car slowed and missed the EMTs also.

Abruptly traffic from both directions stopped. Ten minutes have passed. Police have arrived and shut down the interstate. I am so relieved to be back in the car with my children. My boyfriend is running around talking to other witnesses and police. You should have taken pictures before they moved him. I grab my tablet and snap a picture of the bike as it lie, from my car door. I want my boyfriend to get back in the car. He doesn't. The officers inform us that the driver had been apprehended a quarter of a mile up the interstate where they lost control of the vehicle. They had not hit anyone else. Three more hours pass before we are told they will call the officer on the on ramp and let him know we're coming down. It's well past the hour for bed on a school night. They don't call and we can't pass the squad car without it moving. The officer gets out of his car and is approaching ours swiftly pulling his mag-lite from his belt as he does. "Where did you come from?" he shines the light on us and heads back to move his car without listening to our explanation.  

The next day I Google search the accident. I find two links that seem to reference the accident but when I click them the both redirect me to an 'article has been removed' page. In the following weeks I searched several times over and came up with zip. Who the devil was in that SUV? I can not even find out if the man survived. I give up. I resign that whoever was driving that SUV was important enough to be protected and so I would never find anything more out. I don't search it and I forget the date for months.

Then suddenly I begin remembering the man's face clear as day, the perplexity in his eyes. I remember thinking how much worse his internal injuries must have been at that speed than what his outward physique revealed. What did you say to him? I wish that I would have said "Sir, my name is Sweet Mary Kane and I am here to help you. Please attempt to lay still in case you have a spinal injury. Someone is calling 911 right now." I wish that I would have offered more comfort than "Sir. Please don't move." I wish I could have asked his name and sent flowers. You wish you knew if he made it. That's true. Perhaps today is the day I Google it again.

What Ails You Sweet Mary Kane? Part Two

The fact is simply that I am Cannabinoid deficient when I do not medicate. And if you're not using Cannabis I would argue that you are too. Evolution has not 'weeded out' the presence of Cannabinoids in mothers breastmilk. They're importance and function should not be ignored for lack of understanding.

Now let's talk about my other ailments I choose Cannabis over big pharma to treat. We'll start with PMS I have the kind of PMS that makes one go utterly mad, I'm talking like suicidal mad and the physical pain is ridiculous, as well. Since my tubal ligation my symptoms seemingly worsen with time. Rubbing on a little salve relieves cramps, of such intensity I would have been bed ridden on Percocet for two days otherwise, within minutes. When I saw a nurse practitioner seeking relief from the uncontrollable  frequent, and random suicidal thoughts that were bombarding me during my cycle I was given many samples (probably six months worth) of a drug called Geodon, from big pharma. I was told it was a mood stabilizer and sent home. I took them and drove home several times considering continuing a straight path although the road curved. Fortunately I was also a nursing student at the time, and I immediately pulled out my drug reference book to discover the truth. I had just seen the drug dealer, and she was pushing anti-psychotics on me, out of a student health care center, without a mental health professional on staff! I threw them out and got by on Percocet and bed rest for several years before discovering Cannabinoid treatment. I'm not going to lie I can still get almost split personality crazy (we even have a humorous name for her), but fortunately for me a good brownie will knock her out within 20 minutes, and I can be part of my life again without waiting it out under the covers. Works the same way with depression.

Next up Alopecia Universalis: an autoimmune disorder in which your body does not recognize hair growth as part of you and, therefore, kills the enemy. I have been totally hairless, including eyelashes/brows, ear and nose hair, etc. for just over a decade. This is a tricky one because there is not a lot of factual information out there. Being considered a cosmetic disorder only many insurance companies do not cover treatment (which unfortunately is more like experimentation). Being considered otherwise healthy in combination with our low numbers (approximately 2% of the population affected) doesn't earn us any priority on the research list either. Here, is what I do know. If you have an autoimmune disorder, you are more likely to develop a second. If you have an autoimmune disorder, your pain tolerance is extremely high. I save a ton of money on hair related expenses and can take a shower faster than anyone that I know.

As far back as I can remember I recall my complaints of pain being met with 'suck it up', 'nothing looks wrong with you', 'it's all in your head' and the like. I also remember the pain continuing to nag at my brain as I tucked it away at these remarks. Sometimes my brain doesn't recognize pain properly or sends me an improper signal, like my hip hurts, but the only thing wrong with me is a kidney infection that presented no other symptoms. If I have to go to a hospital, I am treated like a hypochondriac, drug seeker, and/or giving a "prescription bandage" and discharged swiftly.

I have no desire to attempt to regrow my hair with Cannabis. As the person experiencing this disorder and all my other symptoms, I believe that they are related to the Alopecia Universalis. And while I am not saying that Cannabis could be a cure for it, I want the right to treat my symptoms as I see fit.

I also have a whiplash injury causing a reverse cervical bend and a knee injury that I use the balm on often. I once swung to hard and strained my shoulder golfing. I could have taken four Ibuprofen and waited twenty minutes, but I opted for the Cannabis salve, and my  oldest son watched the clock waiting for me to notify him that it had worked. Three minutes. We continued to play. I put more salve on at bed time and the next day my shoulder felt just brilliant.

'Spirituality and Cannabis' is an entire blog of its own.

There are other things we could talk about. For instance when I treat my symptoms with Cannabis and am no longer pestered by incessant pain signals I am able to soak up information like a sponge. My 4.0 GPA during my college years can be credited to "Wisdom Weed". I can be creative. I can spend quality time with my children. We could go on and on, but I think I have gone on long enough for now. It's your turn.

Gratitude List

Things Sweet Mary Kane is Grateful For in Life

Having my beautiful, funny, intelligent, compassionate, resilient children.
Find my loving, honest, hardworking, fun, intelligent and passionate soul mate.
Home. With a yard, safe neighborhood, AND washer and dryer.
Beds.
Socks.
Technology.
Long distance friends.
Awesome school for my boys.
Ozma of Oz: Time Traveler Extraordinaire. (My Car)
Being a highly favored child of Earth.
My mother.
Knowing my grandparents, their parents, and my partner's parents in my life time.
Sunshine.
Green grass.
The right to vote.
The ability to walk the path of enlightenment.
Fresh flowers.
Tough Mudder.
Food enough to share.
Vegetables.
Fruit.
Tofu.
New friends.
Old friends.
Photos.
Learning.
Mountains.
Exercise.
Teaching.
People who deal with spiders for me.
Postal Service.
Reading and Writing.
Tattoos.
Love.
Progress.
Cannabis.

What Ails You Sweet Mary Kane? Part One

Recently I was asked what kind of medical problems I have on my Facebook page. This truly isn't a easy answer type of question. It's not yes or no, and it's certainly not a straightforward answer. I suppose I could give you the quick "my recommendation is written for" answer. Migraines, as they fall under chronic and debilitating medical condition. I was thirteen years old the first time I had a migraine. It was not a fun experience in the slightest. It came on in a snap, and while my entire dome felt as though my brain would swell to the point it would fracture my skull I had to run from my desk down the hall and into a stall to vomit. Fortunately for me there were two girls at the wash sink when I burst in. They got help while I convulsed helplessly vomiting and began to sob in pain. I was pretty much useless, and people around me got me to a doctor somehow. There was a lot of testing done before I was given the diagnosis of migraine headaches.

I began experiencing migraines frequently, sometimes multiple times a week. Each time I was incapacitated with light and motion sensitivity, as well as blinding pain encapsulating my head. Having a knack for experiencing any possible negative side effects of medication I had developed the notion that it was better for me to seek natural remedies than consume pharmaceuticals. As I aged and researched via the great wide web, I complied a list of triggers to my migraines. Avoiding these triggers significantly lessens the regularity of migraine headaches for me with the only side effect being a shift in life style.

This is an incomplete list of triggers for me: alcohol; prolonged hunger; lack of sleep; strong fragrances/chemicals; withholding caffeine; untreated anxiety attacks; and dehydration.

Regardless of knowing some (and hopefully most in reality) of my triggers I continued to experience migraine headaches. In college, I experimented with a couple new prescription samples given to me by the student health center. One was ineffective and the other actually made it worse! In fact, I was forewarned the migraine would worsen  for about fifteen minutes and then it would go away. Unfortunately, for me, it just got worse. The only solution, to this day, once I have a full blown migraine is to sleep it off. Bummer is getting to sleep isn't as easy as you would hope. The good news is the proper strain of Cannabis will help with that.

If I feel a regular headache has potential to go full blown, I take one or two Excedrin Migraine pills in an attempt to head it off. This seems effective so either it's a fantastic fit for me, or that regular headache was just that.

I first began using Cannabis with a Doctor's recommendation in March of 2011. Since then I have been admitted to the emergency room one time for a migraine that was out of control. With that said that particular migraine came on while I was trying to get some much needed sleep during my oldest sons emergency surgery for a badly ruptured appendix. It was a tremendously stressful time, and I was ignoring multiple risk factors in my anxious grief and worry. I also was not properly medicated due to spending almost all my hours in the hospital with him.

For the most part, I eat Cannabis. However, I also have a balm that I rub onto my skin and will smoke for nausea or instant relief.

Now that was the short answer. Whew! Since I am me, however, I'm not going to stop there. Side note: Blood testing for a set level and slapping someone with a DUI is utterly heinous. Check out the chemistry. Someone who never "got high" but used a Cannabis balm all over their legs each night to treat MS symptoms would fail this blood test. We shouldn't let patients be labeled criminals because the science is overlooked by the lawmakers.

Now that I have that off my chest let us get to the long answer. Depending on the area of the country you're in recommendations are allowed for a set list of conditions. My migraines have diminished significantly and having access to all the various methods of medicating and researching relentlessly I've discovered so many more exciting things that Cannabis helps me with. Unfortunately, the long answer would be way too long if I went into such depth on everything. Thus, here is a list of other ailments I treat with Cannabis, to be discussed in part two.

PMS, depression, arthritic pain thought to be caused my auto immune disorder Alopecia Universalis, Adult onset ADD, nausea, muscle spasms/aches, a whip lash injury, and spiritual connectivity. I'm likely forgetting something, but don't worry. I'll be back, wink.

I Am a Federal Criminal

Before I go into details, let’s talk about the other things that I am. I recognize myself as so much more than merely a federal criminal. Just as you are not your occupations, your spouse, your election decision, your diet, or any one thing about you alone, there is more to me than this one nasty label.

The first thing I am is a mother, it's even on my business card, and it’s the only title on my business card. My children have been the biggest blessing in my life. They are a gift to me. They bring me responsibility. They show me new ways to view the world. They grant me laughter. I gain everything, and it is an honor to watch them grow into the intelligent, compassionate, generous young men that they are. Just like any other parent, I want to provide them with more than I had for myself. They will grow and know so much more than I can comprehend and I wish for nothing more than the ability to prepare them to navigate and improve upon this Earth.

Next I am a community member. I believe in the people. I am peaceful. I participate in my life and the lives of others. I show up. I put forth the effort and base my decisions on a conscious understanding of doing the next right thing. I listen. I laugh. I love. I commit time and energy to charity events from the American Lung Association to the Wounded Warrior Project. I know my neighbors. I help strangers push their cars to the station when they run out of gasoline. I smile. I share. I support. I speak out against any wrong doing I witness in the world. I value the humans and animals on our planet as a family.

I am an activist. From the moment I heard that, a plant had been outlawed such effrontery of our government has burrowed into my heart and soul calling out for my action. I am not always good at it, and I have made mistakes, but I never surrender. I post hand written letters. I make phone calls. I read laws. My contact list includes the White House, the FDA, and the senators and governors of Washington, Colorado, and Oregon. Did you know that the phone is answered "White House" when you call? I phone bank for issues that matter to me.

I could make a very very long list of all the things that I am. Chef, housekeeper, secretary, chauffeur, sister, daughter, girlfriend, woman, writer, and on forever more. However that would be an obnoxiously long blog, and I wouldn't want to do that to you.

So it is that I am also a federal criminal. I don't want to be a criminal of any sort on any level, let alone of the federal magnitude. Having once ceased use of Cannabis to comply with the federal stance I now follow the laws and regulations of a medical state. I never sell Cannabis or share it with non-patient users. I keep it out of reach and educate my children about it leaving no room for curiosity to get the better of them. I maintain current registration and strict adherence to law, policy, and procedure. I wake up in the morning, and I ask myself who I am today and what I am going to do. The answer is always that I will not be afforded a sense of me without being pain-free and so today to be me I am going to medicate. I am going to break federal law to do it. I will not choose alcohol or prescriptions which chain me to a life of parenting from my bed. I will not live in pain allowing my mental and emotional balance to be disrupted in the attempt to compensate for the physical vexation. I will never stop fighting for freedom.

You may see me flagging you down to let you know your brake light is out. You may pull up to Dutch Bros to find that your coffee has already been paid for. You may discover you're thirty cents short in the market, but there is a helping hand around to lend you the money. I am not alone. You will find my brothers and sisters out there on their journey to freedom and while you may find some who wouldn't be labeled federal criminal a lot of us choose Cannabis even if we're still in the closet.

I have considered sitting down and shutting up in the interest of my children. Then I concluded self-censorship for fear of government would be of horrendous consequence. I am a lead by example kind of parent. I must show no fear. I must stand strong and teach them preparation, education, commonality, justice, and faith. Bottom line this is a civil rights issue, and I don't dare to imagine what type of a world we would live in if our historical leaders had let terror gag their messages.