Sunday, October 31, 2010

Medical Marijuana

When I was an Intern I took care of an elderly gentleman who was dying of lung cancer.  Mr. Washington had spent much of his life as a sharecropper in the deep South.   Mr. Washington was alone without family and his cancer had spread to his bones and his brain.   He no longer had a wife and his grown son had died several years ago. He had stopped eating and was just skin and bones.  I could see

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