Dr. William Courtney Calls Child “A Miracle Baby”

Dr. William Courtney Medical marijuana is gaining acceptance, but could it even help kids? Dr. William Courtney has seen it happen, and on Friday, told HuffPost Live host Alyona Minkovski about it. Saying he was “quite a skeptic 5 or 6 years ago”, Dr. Courtney continued that “my youngest patient is 8 months old, and had a very massive centrally

located inoperable brain tumor.” The child’s father pushed for non-traditional treatment utilizing cannabis.  “They were putting cannabinoid oil on the baby’s pacifier twice a day, increasing the dose… And within two months there was a dramatic reduction, enough that the pediatric oncologist allowed them to go ahead with not pursuing traditional therapy.”The tumor was remarkably reduced after eight months of treatment. Dr. Courtney pointed out that the success of the cannabis approach means that “this child, because of that, is not going to have the long-term side effects that would come from a very high dose of chemotherapy or radiation… currently the child’s being called a miracle baby, and I would have to agree that this is the perfect response that we should be insisting is front line therapy for all children before they launch off on all medications that have horrific long term side effects.”

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Update on Laney’s Battles! Petition at end of article friends!

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Update on Laney’s Battles!

Laney and her Yorkie, Kia. These two are inseparable. Kia might as well have Crohn’s disease as she spends hours everyday in the bathroom with Laney!

Please, if you are a parent, please sign this petition. Marijuana is a diverse plant with MANY beneficial properties. My daughter is taking a dangerous chemo drug for her Crohn’s Disease. She is only 7. It will leave her sterile and further injure her liver. Please help her. Please help ALL Kansans with Chronic Illness and Pain without voices. Please sign this all important, historic petition. Stand and scream! Make your voices so loud that the House and Senate WILL HAVE TO LISTEN TO US!

Part 2 of her story is here: Laney’s Story of Living with Crohn’s Disease.

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Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke! A story of truth and inspiration!

Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke

Marijuana Put My Crohn’s Disease Into Remission and It’s Not A Joke

I usually do not want to talk about having Crohn’s Disease. It is just a reality I have lived with for nine years, but never exactly dinner table discussion or an amusing anecdote shared with friends over drinks. It has been not just a major inconvenience in my life; it has altered its course significantly. The subject is emotionally difficult to explain. It’s personal. For lack of a better word, unpleasant.

I feel compelled to share now, although I don’t really want to, because a new study has proven smoked marijuana has a near 100% success rate in putting Crohn’s Disease into remission. I am sick of everyone making jokes about my involvement in the marijuana legalization movement; I’m sick of having to stay quiet about what I do around family or in public for fear or upsetting someone’s delicate sensibilities about “drugs” like marijuana. Let me tell you a thing or two about drugs, marijuana and Crohn’s Disease. It’s not a joke and it is not about “getting high” for me.

It is difficult to explain to people what Crohn’s is, because it involves the digestive system and people like to just think it is IBS. It is not IBS. It’s especially hard to explain because the causes are unknown; it is a chronic illness that was only given a name in 1932.

Genetic factors can signal its onset, but I had no such forewarning. My mom was adopted in the 1960s, when laws pertaining to adoption allowed all records, including medical, to remain locked—even fifty years after the laws have changed. Some digging produced some vague birth records showing a great-grandmother and some other distant biological relatives who died of their intestines exploding inside of them. My doctors urged me to find family members who had the illness so they could try to find patterns. We found my biological grandmother in Pennsylvania, but she wanted nothing to do with either me or my family and refused to provide any medical records.

I began fasting in middle school, but I didn’t start seriously starving myself to the point of illness until my sophomore year of high school. Not the point of this article, so I am not going in depth. Some people believe malnutrition can be a trigger for those who carry the gene. I think so, too. By my senior year I was in such terrible pain I would double over crying at night, unable to sleep. A nutritionist my doctor sent me to said it was my vegetarian diet and I needed more protein. I started puking everything I ate. The starving became involuntary.

The day I graduated high school all the other kids were lined up ready to process into the auditorium and talking about their college plans, I was sitting against a wall trying to regain my composure to get up and walk across the stage with everyone else, biting on my own hand to get through the pain so hard I broke skin. That summer before college was pretty miserable. I was in and out of doctors’ offices while trying to make plans to move over 300 miles away for college.

I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease three days before I moved into the dorms at San Francisco State. I spent much of my first semester in my dorm bed under mounds of blankets with the heat blasting because I couldn’t eat food and I just never could get warm. As it turned out, I had a blockage in my large intestine that had caused inflammation, which in turn shut my whole body down.

I was desperately trying to maintain a normal social life just after moving to a brand new place and without friends. That November before going to a dinner party a co-worker was throwing, I decided to shower and get ready in our shared hall bathrooms. I got in the shower and shivered so hard I couldn’t stop shaking. I kept turning the knob higher and higher until my skin was lobster red and near blistering. Though I had begun to burn my skin, I couldn’t feel it. I reluctantly got out of the shower and moved into a stall to put my clothes on. As I zipped up the back of my dress I started to get dizzy. I clutched a wall for a moment, telling myself to keep it together, before I collapsed on the concrete floor.

A couple of minutes later a girl from down the hall found me on the floor, lifted me up and walked me back to my room. The first thing I said was “don’t tell my mom, I have a party to go to tonight…” before passing out in the bed again. Thankfully, she and my roommate ignored my suggestion and found my mom’s number in my cell. She told them to take me to the hospital immediately.

When I got there, the doctor was ready to do emergency surgery to remove the blockage.  I stubbornly pleaded with the doctors to find another way – after all, I had this crazy idea I was going to complete my Bachelor’s Degree in only three years and it was late in the semester to be dropping my classes for a surgery. The surgeons kept a tube snaked through my nose and esophagus to my stomach for two days while it drained the bile built up behind the blockage to the point of turning toxic. The buildup had triggered anemia, which in turn caused the coldness and fainting.

Luckily, the doctor who treated me knew a specialist and major researcher in the field at UCSF, a world-renowned medical research school.

The specialist removed the tube, allowing me to speak aloud for the first time in days (until then I had been communicating via slips of paper I handed my mom, littered with obscenities directed towards the nurses and other doctors). We agreed to do the surgery over spring break in March as long as I promised to take the prescribed medications and my condition didn’t worsen.

I started taking a lot of pills. I was always the youngest person by at least 40 years in my local pharmacy. One of the pills, Asacol, I seemed to be taking all day with no perceived benefit. The one that stood out the worst for me though—Prednisone. Prednisone is a steroid used to reduce inflammation and is typically prescribed to people suffering with arthritis. It caused me to gain 10 pounds of water weight almost immediately. When I stood up to walk to class I would have sloshly ankles within minutes, so I started taking a shuttle to the other end of campus when I became unable to make the walk. My otherwise clear skin broke out in a bad way. I had mood swings; any little thing would set me off crying or picking fights. I remember one particularly depressing Friday night when the dorms were abuzz with partiers and I was watching Oprah with my feet propped up and crying into a carton of strawberry ice cream like a pregnant woman.

I made it to March, miserably, and then I went in for surgery. Because I was only 18-years-old they wanted to do what they could to not to scar up my body too much, so they did the surgery laparoscopically (with lasers) and pulled the damaged part of my intestine out through my belly button and glued it back together. While this procedure avoided any major scarring, to this day my skin’s misalignment becomes apparent when I gain and lose weight, which I do constantly because… I have Crohn’s Disease.

I came out of the surgery a little angry. A nurse commented to me that the surgery was more painful than childbirth so it should be a breeze when I start popping them out. Why the hell would an 18-year-old who just had their body torn open even give a fuck about childbirth?! I think it was her way of telling me it was okay that I was constantly tapping at the morphine drip button they put in my hand. I was using it to put myself to sleep. I was even angrier when they started telling me about all the meds they wanted to give me and when they told me that I had an 80% chance of having to do this again in two years, and AGAIN two years after that until I would eventually have to carry a bag because I didn’t have enough intestine left. Fucking gross, I wasn’t going to accept it. The doctors painted a very bleak and expensive picture of my future, right when it was just getting started.

“The doctors painted a very bleak and expensive picture of my future, right when it was just getting started.”

I had smoked marijuana regularly in high school, Proposition 215 had already passed but there were no medical marijuana clubs in my conservative, rural, part of California. We still had to buy our marijuana from shady street dealers. I felt so cool and so terrified at the same time going to buy marijuana with a friend the very first time. I think the guy we bought it from was part of a local gang.

Moving to San Francisco and seeing the dispensary and medical card ads in the back of the free weeklies was a revelation. I was nervous about getting a medical marijuana recommendation because of the rumors I heard about government watch lists. But I knew I  didn’t want to take any more of those pills, the effects of the pills were worse than the actual Crohn’s both mentally and physically.

I also had classmates at Journalism school chastise me for wanting to write about medical marijuana, like it was some funny joke. I stopped telling people about it unless they were already “in the know.”

My first “pot doctor” put me at ease immediately. He started telling me how I should use it for my Crohn’s Disease, how it would help me stop the pills and actually feel better. He made me feel normal, comfortable. I got to ask him all the questions my traditional doctors wouldn’t answer and he answered honestly. He said there needed to be more studies, but from what he was seeing with other people like me, marijuana was working. I asked my doctor at UCSF about it on the next visit, she briefly said she had heard encouraging things but she couldn’t recommend marijuana to me. Politics, you understand.

Over the years I researched holistic medicine and integrated that into my daily routine. I also smoked a lot of pot. I would be lying if I said I only smoked pot to ease the pain. Sometimes I smoke pot because I like it. Sometimes my brain is just as sick as my body and it feels good to do something to help myself instead of relying on everyone else.

“I would be lying if I said I only smoked pot to ease the pain. Sometimes I smoke pot because I like it, sometimes my brain is just as sick as my body and it feels good to do something to help myself instead of relying on everyone else.”

This March marked eight years since my surgery and this August will mark nine since my diagnosis. I show no signs of needing surgery again in the foreseeable future. My health is one hundred percent attributable to my decision to ignore everyone’s discouragement years ago and replace all those drugs with marijuana.

Besides the occasional Crohn’s complication (it is an autoimmune disease so I get all kinds of bizarre symptoms through germs I come in contact with, everything from the common cold to shingles and inflamed eyes), I am healthy and have been able to live an otherwise normal life because of my choice.

Like I said, this is a story I have never wanted to tell, but one I now think is important to share. People still go to jail for marijuana. All across the country military-style SWAT raids are conducted on peaceful people because of marijuana. I bet at your dinner table with your “straight” friends and family you still won’t talk about it because they don’t want to hear it or you are afraid of getting busted. Weed isn’t just hippies, nag champa and reggae music. It’s how people like me—your friend, a person you may have met casually, your family, your coworker, your teenage daughter buying pot from a drug dealer—get through life, which is after all, what we are all really trying to do, right?

If you found this story inspiring or, just enough to change your mind for chronically ill patients to have a choice about their treatment, please sign the petition below!

Please sign the Cannabis Compassion and Care petition. The link is directly below.

To sign the Cannabis Compassion and Care Petition allowing Safe, Legal Access to Americans, CLICK HERE.

Original article from: http://www.ladybud.com/2013/05/15/marijuana-put-my-crohns-disease-into-remission-and-its-not-a-joke/

Laney the Crohn’s Warrior: Part 2. Please also SIGN the PETITION for Laney and for all chronically ill Kansans! Please, this Father begs you…written by Emery Myers

Crohn’s Disease Warrior First!!!         Laney is a Brown-Belt Taekwondo champion second!

Part 2 of Laney’s life and Crohn’s Disease. The story of a true champion. The story of Laney! Laney, the Crohn’s Warrior.

Laney is presently bleeding inside. She bleeds through damaged areas in her large intestine. She is not in remission now, even though she takes Azothiaprine, 100miligrams per day. She is fighting… fighting pain, fatigue, nausea, depression, anxiety, herself…at 7 years old! No 7-year-old should have to be subjected to this but Laney doesn’t think this way. She is positive and optimistic on the outside but I know she is terrified on the inside! She is just TOO TOUGH to let anyone smell the fear, the pain, deep inside her tiny, damaged tummy.

Azothiaprine DESTROYS Laney’s immune system. Why, you may ask does she take the drug then? It is the lesser of 2 evils at this time. Azothiaprine puts her immune system in a “head-lock”, if you will, preventing her tummy from being attacked, in specific, her gastrointestinal system.

The problem is, it is a very TOXIC chemical, continually damaging  her small master organ, her liver! Presently, Laney has lab drawn weekly to make sure her liver is tolerating the DRUG…the FDA approved Killer Drug. If this drug continues to cause problems, then Laney will be faced with intravenous chemotherapy, which increases her chances of various cancers to 11%! She is only 7…

Crohn’s is the WORST auto-immune disease affecting the entire GI tract from the mouth to the anus. Crohn’s Disease causes many severe problems in the GI tract and can attack anywhere along the GI tract.

FOR more Crohn’s Information click HERE.

Despite Laney losing 3 pounds in the last two weeks, which took her 6 months to gain, she recently earned her Brown Belt in Traditional #TaeKwonDo

This is one “Belt” below Black Belt!

She tested in front of the Grand Master, Sun-Yi and performed as if she were a “healthy” 7-year-old…but she is not. Her large intestine, swollen, oozing mucus and scarlet-red, life-giving blood, her large intestine was causing her SEVERE pain. Severe pain, hidden, while she methodically and gracefully worked through her perfected TaeKwonDo forms, alongside her big brother, Landon!

Landon snaps a quick punch in the background, while Laney strikes the enemy in the foreground! Landon and Laney are “thick as thieves” they are! Landon is the same rank in TaeKwonDo as the mighty, little Laney. The difference is Landon is a couple of years older than Laney and he is a very healthy boy!

   Laney completely hid the pain during Taekwondo Testing. The constant aching and stabbing sensations in the lower abdomen was a perpetual reminder she can’t ever escape from Crohn’s Disease.

The bloated belly feels full and urgent, constantly, but you wouldn’t know if you looked at Laney performing her “Forms” perfectly. Sparring like she has the spirit of a Lioness in her…I think she does!

“Spirit of a Lioness” by Simbamarasa, reminds me of Laney’s inner spirit…Laney is a  Young Lioness! Brave, Powerful, Intelligent and a FIGHTER…A WARRIOR!

Laney is NOT responding well, at all, to the drug Azothiaprine. She has elevations in her liver enzymes, 5 times the normal level, which indicates moderate to severe liver damage. She was reduced on her Azothiaprine dosage, and 1 month later, her Crohn’s is out of remission…BACK with a vengeance, attacking our perfect, kind, beautiful, and intelligent       “Laney-Bug”!

Laney and her big-brother Landon, holding their Brown Belt Certifications. She smiles and on the inside, she is screaming! Nobody understands her pain and fatigue truly, but her. She hides this gargantuan part of her life, to protect her family, her mother and father, from the worry!

Information on alternative, natural medication to treat Crohn’s Disease right here! Click Here

I am Laney’s father. I am also a Registered Nurse, with years of higher education. Proudly, I am also a father of 4 total kids, and a grandfather of 1, beautiful, baby girl!

I suffer from insulin dependent diabetes and diabetic neuropathy in my feet, fingers, and legs mostly. Pain medication prescribed by my doc, does not work and has awful side effects. It is the only choice I have living in Kansas. I am a law abiding citizen. I don’t break the law! So, I have to continue using the BIG Pharmacy medications, endorsed by our far right wing republicans in Kansas!

Kansas is ultra-conservative. So conservative that the state is voting on bills that would legalize discrimination against the LGBT community and… Kansas is voting on a bill to SPANK kids in school until their bottoms are red right now!

Kansas has put the Cannabis Compassion and Care Act in the trash can for the past several years. The chronically ill HAVE to, and Need to, get this bill passed NOW! HB2198 and SB9! The above picture gives the potential medical marijuana patients, little hope for a more empathetic and intelligent, dare I say, scientific, Kansas House and Kansas Senate. The Kansas Government is led by Christian Extremest, Governor Sam Brownback!

The bill, HB 2198 and SB9, were introduced several years ago, the bill is the Cannabis Compassion and Care Act. If passed, patients such as Laney, could have LEGAL ACCESS to specific strains of medical marijuana.

The strains have very little THC, the psychoactive component, but high amounts of cannabinoids or CBDs. The CBDs are responsible for halting Crohn’s disease and inducing remission… complete remission!

Dr. Sanjay Gupta Explains best in this incredible documentary on the benefits, the miracle of natural plant therapy…Marijuana! The good Doctor explains why he reversed his opinion on Medical Marijuana!

Please help. Please stand up and fight with this Kansas Dad! This disabled Marine Veteran of Desert Storm, This Kansas father and grandfather… Please, for all of us. This isn’t about you and I…it’s about them…the silent majority that either can’t speak out, or are too afraid.

The disabled, the care givers, the military, anyone that could benefit from treatment, treatment with marijuana! 20 other states have enacted medical marijuana laws and 2 states have legalized it completely!

Kansas Government either won’t give Kansans freedom and choice, or will just keep doing the status-quo,                                 the “same-ol-same-ol-good-ol-boy-” political routine, which the Kansas House and Senate have practiced for the last 40 years, since President Nixon!!!

I am NOT a CROOK! Richard Nixon famous last words!

Please sign this petition. Don’t do it for you…Sign it for those Kansans that need the choice to use a safe, effective plant instead of deadly narcotics, pushed by Big Pharmacy and the FDA!

Click HERE to sign the petition and FORCE the terribly antiquated and hyper-conservative government to read this BILL HB2198 and SB9! The voiceless need your help and compassion. Even if you don’t agree, share this so everyone can have a choice, for themselves, for Laney, for FREEDOM!

written by Emery Myers, proudly known as “Laney’s Dad”