In my life, I’ve smoked pot maybe 10 times. The last time was in 1987. That means that there are 30-year-olds out there who were not yet alive the last time I had a personal experience with pot. So I haven’t exactly been well informed about marijuana usage in recent years.
Despite my near complete lack of knowledge, when my mother decided to try chemotherapy to potentially extend her life after a diagnosis of terminal lung cancer, I talked to her about whether she wanted to investigate medical marijuana. I knew she would. For years, when I was a young adult, my mother (only semi-jokingly) would tell my brother and me that the only thing she wanted for Christmas was a joint. She had never tried marijuana and wanted to know what the fuss was about.
Of course, neither of us could bring ourselves to start our mom on the road to reefer madness, so year after year, she would turn her Christmas stocking inside out, hoping that a joint would appear at the bottom ― only to be bitterly disappointed. ..MORE (HuffingtonPost.com)