My son had suffered from seizures his entire life.
The doctor said that once he went through puberty the seizures should stop, but he was wrong. He had a seizure on his first date, and lost his license until he was five years clear of having another seizure. We knew this wasn’t going to happen, so we began to push for some help. The medication he was taking was not helping. The neurologist told us that he had been reading how medical marijuana was proving to be a big help for people with epilepsy. My son turned to me, but he didn’t ask. He told me he wanted to try medical marijuana and asked how he got the medical marijuana cardi? The doctor explained the entire process to us, about how to get the medical marijuana card. Once we got through the online questionnaires, we were finally given a link for the list of doctors in our area. I expected a list, but all I got was one name. My son just looked at me with a horrified look on his face. I almost burst out laughing. The only name on the list was that of a female Ob/Gyn. He shook his head and kept repeating that he is not a woman. I didn’t care what the doctor specialized in, she was still a medical physician who was able to prescribe medical marijuana for my son. It took us a couple of weeks to get an appointment. Three weeks after the appointment, he had his medical marijuana card in hand, and I had my caretaker ID since he wasn’t yet twenty-one.