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“You have Cancer.” these words dig deep into the core of one’s soul and change a person forever. You either learn to be a warrior or prepare with this type of news for your end times. Determined to beat the disease without resorting to conventional treatments like chemotherapy and radiation – I turned to Cannabis oils as they were the only route I thought I could take against three different cancers running concurrently, and have a fighting chance.
This tilt-a-whirl ride in life I wanted off of in 2015 wasn’t my first go at it, I’d already been down the Cancer road in 2003, and the treatments had devastating effects. Surgery cut out misbehaving lymph nodes, but preventative treatments caused paralysis from a 1995 auto racing wreck to come back, and I ended up spending three years in a wheelchair.
When they gave the news in 2015, there was no way to consider treatments that would cause a 3rd go at it with a wheelchair. In 2013, with cannabinoids, I successfully stopped severe Epilepsy in its tracks and dumped eight pharmaceutical drugs, never to be used again. I knew there was an answer in Cannabis oil and had already given away quite a few products to people while researching, but nobody’s life depended on anything I was doing except for my own.
Seldom have people chosen the path of becoming a criminal by giving away the same illegal medicine they decided to use until cannabis oil came around, and indeed that was the decision I made in early 2015. For the past decade, people have been touting the famed RSO or Rick Simpson Oil and the story of the man who made Cannabis Oil for himself and then some friends about 2.5 decades ago.
Due to the legend of Simpson, many healers have taken it upon themselves to make and then give away oils such as he did. But that wasn’t a motivation ever considered in my journey; there was no desire to do anything other than pave my way to heaven.
“What if you don’t win this war? It’s not a battle; life will be no more, over, caput.” This question-and-answer routine would be a continual thought over the following years after I hit the road to give away as much oil as possible before I kicked the bucket. I’d never made any list of things to do; instead, living life seemed to be the way to go, so in the end, it seemed that giving life back to people who were sick and could beat their disease was the best way to earn a ticket to the pearly gates.
Looking back on the first few patients seen on the road of compassion was challenging. As much information as possible was digested every day, continually digging into research studies online and going into libraries when possible to try and find what wasn’t there was the way of life in-between giving away more and more cannabis oils.
Learning about other cannabinoids and working with some of the providers that made them became the next step. Watching how it was done and analyzing the oils, how they worked, and which issue became more accessible and easier only by interlacing research into the mission. Formulations, at first, were created in the most archaic ways. “I’ll mix some of this with some of that and see what helps,” was the thought.
More research was required to learn about cannabinoids, terpenes, and plant types. Also, every patient had something different going on, and quickly I could see the holes in the ‘take 60 grams in 90 days’ RSO memes and directions often given online. Learning medical terminology and various treatment modalities became of the utmost importance, and leaning on information found only on social media became borderline dangerous for the patients I was helping.
Day and night, while the Amtrak wheels would screech, I’d have my two cell phones going, one talking to patients and the other deep into websites like Academia and Researchgate. I had already developed a relationship with Dr. David Bearman, the advisor for Illegally Healed and the founder of the American Academy of Cannabinoid Medicine. Little did I know that several years later, I’d end up working with him as a Director there.
I moved my efforts onto the professional network LinkedIn where I was only known as a Civil Rights Lobbyist in the past. This very uptight network had always warned about being like Facebook, so it was quite the dare to step out among those I knew in law and start rubbing shoulders with the cannabinoid medicine research crowd. Keep in mind that this crowd has evolved and includes many that use the plant.
The professional network allowed interaction with researchers around the globe as I traveled on train tracks around our nation with a big trunk of illegal full extract cannabis oil – looking for the next crowd on the compassion map waiting for some fuel to feel better. We had a system and followed hashtags, and I had no problem being the delivery man knowing that my time on earth was ending.
I had become a cannabinoid medicine researcher by the Summer of 2016, and on a very fateful day nearly six years ago, a phone call came to see a child with Severe Autism and Epilepsy. I had been evading doctors, labs, and imaging as the pounds dropped off my body – I knew I was sick.
And then came Genevieve, and the Cannabis Love Story began. As I used the knowledge gained over the past year on the road fighting for my own life, an angel who needed my help gave me a life back. I survived because of love, research, and Cannabis Oil. Compassion taught me to be a researcher of a magnitude I never thought possible, with hands-on experience with tens of thousands of patients.
-Mike Robinson, The Researcher, Founder of Genevieve’s Dream
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