By now I’m sure nearly everyone in any civilized country has heard of legalized medical marijuana. It became legal here in Canada in 2001: a holder of an Exemption 56 from the federal government was exempt from criminal prosecution pertaining to the possession, use and cultivation of marijuana (but not purchase) for personal use as laid out in Section 56 of the Controlled Drugs and Substances Act.
After getting through the border from Washington into British Columbia, Mae Moon and I headed towards a friend’s house only about fifteen minutes away. Being back home in Canada was comforting; knowing I could 100 percent legally possess my cannabis buds again, well, I just felt relieved. But after our Google Glass adventure I was drained and wanted a fat joint, a few dabs, and a chance to relax, because the next day was Kush Cup 2014.
Twelve High Chicks would like to thank our first guest contributor, Tracy Curley.
In my regular day I am just like you. I binge-watch Netflix. There is always something that needs to be cleaned, paid or taken care of in some way. I struggle with my self-image. I worry about the state of the world. I love my friends and family, and my little Chihuahua, Sadie. I’m also a medical marijuana patient: diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at age 6, I have been using cannabis medicinally for over a decade. With the use of cannabis I’ve been fortunate to be healthy enough to advocate for medical marijuana and legalization, to fight for those still caught in the struggle caused by prohibition. I was no super hero — until I was.
High, My name is Tracy Curley and I am Canada’s first Weed Woman.
Back in February of this year a group of activists decide to raise some money: for the MMAR Constitutional legal challenge — to fight for patients to retain the right to grow their own cannabis — and to help fund the Owen Smith Supreme Court Extract Trial defence. These two trails have been crowd-funded for the most part, with over $150,000.00 raised so far.
I had the pleasure of first meeting this gorgeous, savvy, redheaded woman back in July 2011 in Saskatoon, at the 1st Annual Prairie Medicinal Harvest Cup. As the Project Coordinator, when I won a raffle, Tracy traded off the expected prize for the one I wanted: a Medicinal Shirt in support of Michelle Rainey’s legacy. My experience meeting Tracy was most memorable because of this, her love of helping people. It reminded me how many of us lack people like her in our lives, and how, if we had more people like Tracy, we would more comfortably persevere in the struggles we face as cannabis activists in Canada. Tracy has helped hundreds of patients obtain dignified access to medication and physicians, and she helps patients by teaching them how to medicate in foods.
Back in 2001 I was one of the first few hundred people in Canada to acquire an Exemption 56 to legally grow, use, and possess marijuana for medical purposes. I have therefore had the pleasure of flying in Canada a number of times with my legal limit in my carry-on luggage. Carrying a half pound of ganja onto a commercial aircraft post-9/11 may seem somewhat foolhardy at first but when people have the power of the law to back them up we tend to be very defensive, even working up a good offensive play.
Ten weeks to the day that I met with a qualified doctor I had my pink papers in my hand and I thought I was invincible. But the law had other ideas.
Sending off packages of my home grown cannabis to friends and patients on a regular basis—I had my garden growing long before my papers were in my hand—I treated it like the plant it is. Until weeks later when I went to my local post office to pick up a package on April 15th, 2011 and was arrested for trafficking…of four grams of cannabis. Yes, four grams. Thankfully although many other packages went out that day only one was caught in the mail.
Living in small-town Alberta, it wasn’t easy to find a doctor to sign me on to the MMAR program. However, I was friends with Michelle Rainey. Michelle had already been diagnosed with cancer and was fighting her own battle but was still helping as many people as she could. I too was sending out medical forms for others and helping patients with paper work but at that time we had limited resources.
In 2009 I’d had tests but was still waiting for a doctor. I continued doing what I could for advocacy. At the Global Marijuana March that year I wasn’t feeling very well. Shortly thereafter I found out I was pregnant with my fourth child.
Someone who believes (1) any problem can be fixed by smoking marijuana, and (2) any activity is more enjoyable whilst stoned.
We often see medical marijuana users smoking a joint in newspapers and news sites as more and more people stand up for their medical needs and rights. But what about the rest of the cannabis community?
Four-twenty—or if you prefer, 420—is much more than a number, to hundreds of thousands of North Americans it’s a celebration of a lifestyle. Four-twenty became code for smoking marijuana or toking up in the mid 1980s. To this day countless people light up, vaporize, rip the bong, dab and more at 4:20pm. Others wish friends and strangers alike a happy 4:20 as the clock marks this iconic time.
**Pot does NOT replace SSRIs for any mental health condition. If you have an untreated mental health condition, please, please, please speak to a doctor about all of your options.**
I have had joint pain and arthritis for a long time. I also have a hormone disorder and a mental health condition to manage. After years of trying to manage on my own, I sought medical help. Unfortunately, while I was prescribed Paxil as well as other medications, they don’t treat the pain or discomfort that PMDD and arthritis cause.
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