Three years ago, Uncle Miki died from lung cancer aged 62.
As part of Israel’s medical cannabis program, he received his cannabis, home delivered.
He delayed agreeing to take cannabis to reduce his pain and nausea as long as possible. When he first received it, he and his partner looked at some green herbs in a bag, made the standard and mandatory jokes about “sharing with their friends,” and then put it in the cupboard. As you can imagine, I was quick to impart the current clinical research, the anecdotal evidence and the various recipes that can turn the cannabis into an oil, a spread or a cookie. I was met with an uncomfortable laugh and a change in subject. The next time I visited, they told me that they did try and make cookies, but quickly washed away the “evidence” as the smell wafted through their house and possibly to the neighbours – they didn’t want to “get a reputation”. As things got worse, the pain increased past unbearable and nothing was funny anymore – that was when he reached for the bag and together with his son, clumsily rolled a little relief in the final weeks of his life.
That was three years ago. I would like to think that iCAN has done its part over the last two years to elevate the discussion in Israel, and today you will not find a person that is unaware of the Medical Cannabis program in Israel. Uncle Miki would not have to worry about the neighbours anymore.
Regrettably, he would still most likely need to smoke his medicine, he would still very often take a little too much and he would still need to “try a few” strains until he found one that suited him. None of this is palatable, especially when time is not a luxury you have.
The next 3 years will be focused on these problems, and iCAN will do its part.