Back in my younger days I suffered from insufferable nobility and steered clear of drugs, even pain relievers. Now that time has worn me down, I am not so idealistic anymore. At 62 I seize every opportunity to make my life more comfortable be it through drugs, meditation, or monkey herbs. I figure I can squeeze another 10 years out of life if I am lucky. It doesn't matter one whit whether I leave this world medicated or pure as snow. If marijuana makes my life easier, then pass the paper. I just do not see that suffering has any positive purpose. It creates neither wisdom, patience, nor purity of spirit. It just hurts. Bobbie, keep searching until you find relief. For goodness sake steer clear of stuff that will hasten your demise (heroin, meth, etc), but don't accept pain as inevitable. Good luck and God bless, my friend.
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