By Just Your Doctor’s Wife
We have an older friend who is currently battling lung cancer. She is as feisty firecracker and after two rounds of chemo, she is kicking cancer’s booty all over town! Great news!
Her daughter, who is around my age, hosted a dinner for family members the night before she was to meet her surgeon. Doc H and I were so touched to be included in this “family only” affair.
When we saw our cancer-stricken friend, we were so pleased to find her looking great! Of course, she wore a head covering to hide her shaved head, but besides that cancer identifier, she looked normal– good weight, good mood, good appetite.
No more pain, no more morphine, no more nausea. All thanks to….you know it’s coming…. pot medicinal marijuana. Her daughter, Missy, tells us how she had got hold of some adult lemon pound cake. She didn’t know how strong one slice would be, so she tested a slice out on herself. And good thing she did! Apparently, the medicinal stuff is really strong and she told her mother the proper dosage was half a slice.
It should come to no one’s surprise that one firecracker gives birth to another firecracker.
At dinner, we were all laughing over the lemon cake stories. I don’t know why (perhaps it was the wine), but I found it appropriate to let Missy know I have never experienced marijuana (or any other drug while we’re at it). Yes, I am a prude.
I have never seen any one’s eyes roll back into their skull quite like Missy did in my life!
Missy: WHAT! NEVER?!!!
Me: I went to Catholic School and they scared me half to death. I was afraid my kids would be born with three heads!
Missy: OH, NO WAY! We can change that! I’m sending you home with brownies. I’ve got brownies in the freezer for Mama Firecracker. I’m sending you home with those!
And so she did…with this prescribed dosage and usage instructions…
Dosage: 1″ x 1.5″ pieces only. Give yourself one hour to experience the full effect of the brownie. Have fun!
Doc H drove us home with my aluminum foil “doggie-bag” in my lap, while being adamant about not wanting to take part in my experimental foray in brownie-land. Well, that’s no fun.
The brownies remain in my freezer. I’m taking them all back to Firecracker. She’ll need them after her next round of chemo.
I still remain a brownie virgin.
Your Doctor’s Wife came into being after hearing numerous complaints from friends and acquaintances about their doctors and the current US medical system. As soon as people learn you are the wife of a doctor, it is open season for such conversation.
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