About this Meetup

Blessings & Hello From DOC...!

Welcome to CCMCC! Our events are an EXCITING journey into our marvelous plant's inner workings and a vast gem of firsthand knowledge that all Colorado MMJ Registry patients or those seeking to become legal simply cannot afford to miss! For a list of CCMCC Accredited Caregivers in your area, upcoming clinic dates and more information for new patients looking to get their MMJ Registry Card, email DOC at Amendment_20@Colorado-CHRONIX.com and I'll get back with you directly.

We meet every Sunday at 12 noon for non-denominational MMJ Patient Fellowship and then a Medical Marijuana Discussion topic is introduced and discussed. This and all meetings held by Colorado CHRONIX Medicinal Cannabis Community are held in strict seriousness and no illegal activities will be neither condoned nor tolerated. Legal patients may feel free to medicate in a separate private area. These are YOUR meetings so please BE SMART, even illegal jokes can be cause for immediate dismissal and Meetup.com membership termination. Let's all have FUN at ALL at all of our rendezvous!

Many people have often asked me how I evolved into doing what I do now, being a national marijuana activist and a CCMCC Accredited Caregiver. So, without further ado, here's the 411 on my 420...

I worked as a surgical assistant for fifteen years and incorporated a medical equipment supply company in addition to providing temporary staffing to hospitals and surgery centers. In 1997, I had just finished a particularly long night in the operating room. I finally left the hospital and later that night went to a gas station for some items. After paying the clerk, I walked out of the store and started back towards my home. Two men suddenly appeared from the shadows, one of whom I noticed from inside the store moments earlier. They forced me into their vehicle, pushing me, terrified, into the backseat. The individuals silently drove several blocks away to a parking lot where the passenger hissed at me over his shoulder, 'NOW Get OUT!'. Stepping out of their car, I thought for sure that this nightmare was over. I was wrong. The passenger had stepped out as well and now stood facing me, less than several feet away. I could see his breath eerily wisping fog in the frigid night and then I noticed the unmistakable glint of metal in his hand, raising up to my chest. In what I can only describe as time going into slow motion, my body was violently flung backwards through the air, as my torso absorbed the shockwave of the bullet and flying backwards five feet through midair before finally slumping heavily into the ground. Unfortunately for me, I never lost consciousness throughout the whole ordeal, so it remains quite vivid in my frequent post-traumatic dreams. I have to keep a small waterpipe by the bed for when I wake up nauseated from the bullet pain getting worse or chronic breakthrough pain. I was rushed (back) to the hospital where I got to enjoy the distinct pleasure of having a chest tube placed in my left lung so I wouldn't drown in my own blood. I'll never forget asking the EMT's in the ambulance if I was going to die. Casting me a nervous glance, I was politely & clinically informed me that 'they did not know'... I'm completely certain that I would have fully appreciated a lie at the time. I was confined to the Intensive Care Unit for four days where I drifted in & out of being critically injured. The bullet remains lodged over my left lung and is inoperable due to its proximity to vital organs. It also continually wreaks havoc as the spent slug is painfully pressed against my sympathetic nerve chain. Nothing else works like cannabis for my pain, my general health (which has been on the decline since 2004, when I was unable to work anymore. I filed for Social Security disability, who have denied my benefits twice now, now I'm just waiting for my third (... and final) hearing in front of a S.S. Administrative judge. I can't see how denying me is even an option... Prescribed for me to tolerate my condition was a plethora of nauseating narcotic medications that rendered me a zombie-like existence with absolutely no quality of life. Like many other patients, I lost hope and began to slowly die inside. I began looking at every new day that I awoke to as another day added to my 'sentence' in my downward spiraling personal prison and considered, then attempted suicide to finally alleviate my symptoms. I had no access to cannabis in my non-compassionate state and I had to grow my own, until I got caught in 2006 after several years of doing it, which rendered me with no medicine and I thought I was going out of my head. My nerves were shot all of the time and my pain was treatable only with a cocktail of prescription narcotics & heavy cannabis use. The amount of prescription narcotics that I need goes way down when combined with high-potency medical-grade organic cannabis, which I didn't have anymore. I had sporadic offers of brick shwag, which did little in its efficacy and probably sprayed with God-only-knows what kinds of pesticides. Not having access to my medicine was taking its toll on me, bigtime. I HAD to live and to live I HAD to have the medical effects provided me by cannabis, no matter what it took anymore, I had to move us to be closer to the only pain reliever that did so many things for my quality of life. When I used my cannabis, a warm comforting wave comes over my body and reduces my chronic pain but I could not find a source for medicinal cannabis. After some long conversations with our friends at NORML, we decided to settle in Colorado. I like our medical marijuana program here with it being an actual amendment of our constitutional rights as Colorado citizens, something no other medical state has except us. Knowing there were others suffering out there, driving to covert locations to meet with shady street criminals who ply our medicine as recreational and charge exhorbitant street prices for non-medical cannabis that did nothing for me therapeutically, except panic a lot.. With no access to medicinal cannabis, I started to get even worse, I honestly thought I was going out of my mind and near breaking point. .No other remedies alone helped anymore. For the first time in my life, I KNEW that I seriously WANTED, no -NEEDED-, to die. I had absolutely no trepidation whatsoever at the soothing thought of -finally- stopping the chronic pain carousel. Thankfully, God & marijuana had other plans for me... I had stopped taking large amounts of narcotic pain relievers after discovering the therapeutic effects of smoking cannabis with the prescriptions. I also noted that the marijuana automatically titrated, or correctly dosed itself, and plateaued out when my body did not need more. I was overjoyed and perplexed. I wondered if I had just become a pothead and was trying to justify my use? I mean, how was it possible that I was achieving real relief from a plant that my own government assured me had no benefits whatsoever? Using marijuana had its own conflict of emotions; I felt dirty. I felt illegal. I also finally felt much better! I certainly couldn't tell my cardiovascular surgeon that I found a miracle drug that was coincidentally referred to by the DEA as a scourge of the earth, could I? No, I worked with my surgeon on occasion and for him to know that one of the most requested surgical assistants in the city was somehow also a pot smoker could have proven more career fatal than actually getting shot in the chest. So instead, I endured through what I could and over the years, the bullet has taken its toll on my body. Now, I must have cannabis all of the time or my pain is wretched, skin on fire, limbs swelling, fibromyalgia-like pain, medical marijuana is something I must do daily, dosing constantly every several hours to just be able to relax in my skin that is so ravaged by my neuralgia lest I not. Oddly enough, I am not angry at the wayward criminals who tried to kill someone they didn't even know, with no regards. They're simply sick to dishonor human life so readily and everyone sows what they reap eventually. If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. No, I am far more concerned with the wayward federal government who wants to label me and all other medicinal marijuana patients as criminals for using the varied health benefits of physician-recommended cannabis in our voter-approved state. We have a new administration now, things are looking much better for us, we'll continue to see what Obama does about medical cannabis. They've promised no raids in compassionate states anymore... We also just found out that our case & felony charges has been 'dropped'. Gone! I had told them that I wanted a jury case, they finally relented and just dismissed everything...! Okay, there is a lot of people who are still living in horrible 'prisons' of pain and hopelessness AND THEY DON'T NEED TO ANYMORE...! Together, we're building more than you can possibly imagine with our goal to create an actual place where MMJ Patient's and their families can live together in our own gated secure community to help reduce crime, creating our neccessary support structures while our families help develop their own coping mechanisms for those who are strong enough to tough it out with their loved one(s) who benefits from the medical usage of medical cannabis create their own network of support. This is all about people and improving their quality of life while they live in a MMJ Patient Community of homes and basically it's own economy, where it is all for one and one for all. Finally. Colorado CHRONIX Medicinal Cannabis Community is currently exploding with growth right now... There are many other people who want this and we will continue until it is made it a reality. Next, we will be looking for some land with area around it to support our continual growth. Share the dream and come along if you dare to make history by creating our own self-sufficient medical marijuana community that understands each other and takes care of its own like family. We just celebrated our one-year anniversary and we are exactly on schedule to be where we wish to be... Watch the sparks fly as we create our own private housing, homes that are sold with existing brand-new growrooms installed or you can build your own, but the medicine will be so much cheaper that noone in the community has to ever go without their medicine again, the costs of living in such a safe & private residential area will be greatly outweighed by the many benefits that a small, budding community with it's own economy offers, things such as selling our leftover hemp to be used as clothes or even bio-fuels. Cannabis seeds alone possess more Omega-3 fatty-acid than flaxseed and it is more bioavailable. We can sell the medical seeds of genetics we have created to specifically address debilitating symptoms, the list is endless and it's a gracious new time to try to relearn living, beginning with a new and rejuvenated quality of life for those who suffer...! Yes, this is very REAL... and we're doing it right now! Are you interested?!

-DOC
www.Colorado-CHRONIX.com