“Leave my family out of this!” you say as you scowl at us. How fortunate you are. How blessed you are that you CAN leave your family out of this. However, WE are not so fortunate, we are not so blessed.
We count our blessings in tiny increments. I got out of bed today. I kept an entire meal down. I was able to take my child out without her having a seizure in the middle of Target. I got through a cup of coffee without the tremors forcing a piping hot spill in my lap. My mother remembered my face today.
Why can’t we have more good minutes, hours and days? I cannot wrap my head around it no matter how I try. Watching your fellow man suffer. Allowing antiquated propaganda and misinformation to rule you. Allowing drug cartels to not only thrive but to dictate whether good people can have a chance at a quality of life.
On May 12th, SB3 passed the Senate with overwhelming support. We couldn’t have felt more elated. We were finally being heard. We were finally being shown the compassion that we so desperately prayed for. We swelled with pride looking down on the Senate floor that day at the forty men and women who cared enough to vote YES!
Our jubilation quickly turned to a feeling of uncertainty as we were dealt another crushing blow on May 14th. SB3 was sent to the House Health Committee. This is where all cannabis-related bills go to die. Was this done intentionally? Was there just too much hope on the part of the advocates? Perhaps it was felt we needed knocked down a peg or two. We have fought so hard already. We are tired of having to fight with those who are supposed to do the will of the people.
So, we will put on our combat boots every day, lace them up and forge on. This is a battle we cannot afford to lose. When will enough be enough? When will you finally see that the people you are denying could just as easily be you, your spouse, your baby, your parent, your best friend? When will you support a fully comprehensive medical cannabis program in Pennsylvania? WHEN WILL YOU HELP US?