My name’s Corrie (Yelland). I’m 55 years old. In the spring of 2007, I had a heart attack and consequently had a double bypass. As an outcome of the heart surgery, for four-plus years, I have been troubled with frequent debilitating pain from a maligned sternum and post sternotomy neuralgia/syndrome. I was absorbing copious amounts of different painkillers 24/7. They barely touched the pain. I spent my days in agony, waiting for the evening so I could try to sleep. I took a sleeping drug every night in a hopeless attempt to leave the hell I was going through and flopped miserably. Within two hours of taking the drug, I would wake up with agony.
Fast forward to July of 2011. Already coping with 2 spots of skin cancer on my collar bone, I was stunned when I was diagnosed with Anal Canal Cancer. (This is the same tumor that took Farrah Fawcett’s life.) Following 2 surgeries, the doctor told me they did not get all tumor and I would have to endure a regime of radiation treatments. I started researching what this would entail and attended an intake meeting at the Cancer Clinic. I was informed that “this is the worst area of the body to radiate”, the radiation beam would hit both my coccyx and pubic bone potentially causing permanent damage.” They would try not to hit my spine.
Also, I would experience 2nd and 3rd grade burns vaginally, rectally, over my buttocks, as well as my complete “nether areas”, and there was a “good probability” both my rectum and vagina would fuse shut from the burns and later scarring.
The listing of both long and short term side effects was horrendous and endless, but you get the substance. I said to the doctor, I wanted time to think about it. His answer was hostile, as he informed me I had 2-4 months, maybe 6. He murmured something about a “death wish” and walked out. One day somebody sent me Rick Simpson’s movie, “Run From The Cure”. It took me days to get around to watching it, but when I did I was blown away. Here was this man, a seemingly super straight small town Nova Scotian, talking about these amazing results he had seen within himself and other people taking cannabis ( marijuana) and treating themselves of a myriad of illnesses including end-stage cancers.
After listening to what Rick had to say, and watching the testimonials in the movie, I was feeling some hope for the first time. For 2 weeks I did nothing but research cannabis ( marijuana) as a medicine. I was stunned by the sheer number of studies on PubMed indicating that cannabis (marijuana) indeed has the capacity to heal. I started utilizing cannabis (marijuana) 60 days ago as per Rick Simpson’s protocol from his video. (He suggests starting out slowly, and small slowly upping the dose so ones’ body becomes habituated to it, without being high regularly. As a person who hasn’t smoked pot since my late teens, early 20’s, the non-high aspect requested to me). I had huge hopes to cure my tumor and embarked on my fight to live.
As well as ingesting the cannabis oil ( marijuana oil), I topically applied it to 2 spots of skin cancer on my collar bone. Within 48 hours, there were visible changes. In just over 7 days, the two spots were totally gone. Elated, I continued ingesting the oil, in hopes it would work on other tumor attacking my body. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. About 15 days into my regime, the pain in my sternum, as well as the nerve pain had become almost disappear.
You have to know, I had resigned myself to a life sentence of agony and v. It had been four years of suffering that was with me 24/7 and never, in my wildest nightmares, did I believe I would be pain-free ever again. I was capable to stand upright, the jolting pain so intense that it would cause me to cry out, ceased fully. I began to sleep through the night and stopped taking sleeping drugs. I saw one of my doctors a few months ago and was thrilled to hear he thinks there is a reduction in both the number and size of tumors. I know in my heart it is just a matter of time before I will be totally cured. Even the most skeptical of my family and friends comment on the noticeable changes in me. I have evolved from a pain-wracked, hunched over, shuffling along with individual, to a vibrant, high energy person. Even my complexion has improved.
Before I started using cannabis ( marijuana), I typically took 10-15 Tylenol 3 a day, along with a smorgasbord of other drugs. Now, in a day period, a half a Tylenol 3 is all I want. I believe it’s understandable when I tell I get very emotional when I remember how far I’ve come. Not only has cannabis ( marijuana) changed my life, but it is also SAVING my life.
When researching, I met a woman in Texas diagnosed with same tumor that I have. Diagnosed at equal time, we felt lucky to have discovered each other, as we were alike in every aspect. I. E. the same age, same diagnostic procedure, same stage of cancer with radiation recommended as a treatment. She chose to have radiation. I’m very sorry to inform you she died a month ago, as an outcome of infection from radiation burns. She left behind a husband and 12-year-old daughter.
The topic was written (March 2012) I stayed ingesting the cannabis oil on a daily basis, slowly, ever so slowly growing the amount I was using. As well, I began filling gelatin pills with a mixture of olive oil and cannabis oil ( marijuana oil) and inserting them rectally (Here are instructions for making cannabis oil ( marijuana oil) suppositories). I considered myself if the cannabis oil worked being applied immediately to skin cancers, wounds, etc. why wouldn’t it work there?
Get it nearer to the source, get it closer to the issue area. At the end of May, I saw the doctor who first found my cancer. I was in the operating theater (operating room OR) for a non-related issue.
At the time, I was told he could no longer manually or visually detect any tumor. Elated, for the first time I dared to hope, that maybe, just MAYBE the cannabis oil ( marijuana oil) was working.
Because the tumor was not this particular doctor’s area of expertise, I was hesitant to become too excited. I was no longer taking any pain killers and found myself thinking that if all the cannabis ( marijuana) did was to hold it at bay, I would consider myself luc In September 2012, I saw my surgeon/specialist, whom I had not seen for almost 6 months. He checked me once, then a 2nd time, and then a 3rd time. My heart was crushing so loudly I could hear the whistling in my ears. And then the news I had just dared to hope for. ky. “It’s gone! I can’t find anything at all. If it wasn’t for the scar tissue I would never have known you had ever had a tumor.” I was shaking, looking at him in disbelief. The tears come streaming down my face, I hugged him muttering, “thank you so much.” He looked at me, “No, Thank YOU! You’re the one that did this. You DID it, Corrie! You pulled it off, you pulled it off! No doctor, cannabis oil ( marijuana oil) and I pulled it off! I received confirmation that the tumor is well and truly 100% confirmed to be gone.