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Why I’d Break The Law To Save My Dad

Imagine being in constant pain. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. Imagine feeling that all your life consisted of, was unending pain and fatigue, robbing you of any quality of life, so that you felt that all life consisted of any more was sitting in your chair, waiting for the end.

My Dad doesn’t have to imagine. This is his life, and has been for the last 35 years, ever since a car accident left him with cervical spinal stenosis, a condition in which the neck’s protective spinal canal narrows, causing violent headaches, problems with balance, numbness of the extremities, nausea, and insomnia.

Morphine and Co-codamol are my Dad’s daily cocktail, but still the pain haunts his waking moments. He no longer sleeps, certainly not what can be construed as sleep. An hour or so here and there, until the pain wakens him once more. He cannot lie down. Instead he dozes sitting up. The doctors have done what they can, but they are now out of options. Surgery is out of the question, and the only relief they can now offer is that he should “try to manage the pain as best he can.” I don’t blame the doctors. They do their best to look after him, but their hands are tied when it comes to any other palliative efforts.

A couple of months ago, I broached the subject of cannabis oil to my Dad. He’s now 80 years old, and I wasn’t sure how he’d react to my mentioning what he would view as a “druggy-drug”. I was surprised. Not only was he not offended, but he listened to my thoughts on why I believed cannabis oil would help him, and said that he would try anything if he thought it would give him relief. I supplied him with all the documentation on Full Spectrum CBD Oil, and told him to take it to his consultant, which he duly did. The response was that it would, in all probability, help him, but that the consultant was unable to prescribe it because my Dad didn’t “have MS”.

What the actual fuck? Here is a drug that a surgical consultant believes would help my Dad and give him some relief from his agonizing condition, but he can’t prescribe it for him because he doesn’t have the right agonizing condition. How perverse is that?

I thus determined that I would get the oil for my Dad myself.

Living in Belgium, I have access to Full Spectrum CBD Oil. I’m not talking about the products that are available from Holland & Barrett or via Amazon. Such products have a minimal amount of cannabidiol (CBD) and are often mixed with carrier oils. Full Spectrum CBD Oil has larger amounts of cannabidiol, as well as all the other compounds (save for a trace amount of THC – the psychoactive element which creates the “high”) found in marijuana. It is known to be highly effective in the treatment of nerve pain, and has also shown efficacy in the treatment of insomnia.

I found that Full Spectrum CBD Oil 24% was the strongest oil that I could buy without a prescription. Even if I bought it, however, there was still the question of whether it would be legal for me to bring it into the UK. I knew from my research that so long as it contained no more than 0,2% THC, it was legal in the UK, and yet I could get no definitive answer as to whether it was legal for me to import it. I never expressed my doubts or fears to my Dad, but his admission that he “was struggling” and that he thought that he would only not be in pain if he died, not only broke my heart, it galvanized my course of action. Legality be damned! My Dad has never, ever let me down, and if there was something out there that had a remote chance of helping him, then by god I wasn’t going to let him down. I bought a bottle of the oil, tucked it into my suitcase, and headed for the UK.

I knew not what the consequences would be should the oil be discovered. Would it be allowed? Would it be confiscated? Would I be arrested? I was past caring. All I knew was that in my suitcase was a drug that my Dad had to at least try.

I still don’t have a definitive answer as to whether or not it is legal for me to import the oil into the UK, as I wasn’t stopped at customs. I was so relieved that I almost cried on the train up to my parents’ place.

My Dad is 24 hours into his Full Spectrum CBD Oil trial, and so far, the results are promising. He seems a little brighter in himself, he says the pain is easier, and – most promisingly – he slept from around 11 p.m. until 5 a.m. I will post updates to this post regarding his progress, but if the oil does for him what I believe it can, I am more than prepared to run the gauntlet of UK law in order to get him what he needs.

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