"On the night of my first round of chemotherapy, exactly six hours after I left the oncologist's
office wondering what all the fuss was about, my stomach tumbled into my knees, my knees refused to work altogether,
and I crumpled to the floor in a clammy, shivering heap. I lay there until dawn, at one point vomiting on myself, at another crying that I'd rather die of cancer than undergo chemo again."
Breast cancer made me a criminal is a Boston Globe opinion piece written by Lynda Gorov -- a breast cancer patient who shares a personal account of the misery she suffered from the side effects of chemotherapy treatment and her choice to turn to the possible use of marijuana for relief. She pulls no punches and makes a good point, by way of using herself as an example, for the benefits of medical marijuana use and the ludicrous stand the government has taken to the legalities of marijuana for medical purposes. If you are sitting on the fence on this issue, or have never gone through chemotherapy and might not appreciate the grueling life-debilitating experience, her editorial is a fair one to read.
