I was talking to our brother about his epilepsy.
He told myself and others he hadn’t had seizures for years, even though he was quickly having 1 at least once a month. He knew I had seizures when I was younger, and started with them again when I started going through menopause. I told him I did the same thing I did for our anxieties. I used medical marijuana. He laughed and said his fiance would not let him smoke marijuana anymore. She thought it was a terrible habit, and he had to quit using it. I remembered when all of us were younger and his fiance was a larger pothead than he was, and he agreed, although she had changed, and said she was now grown up. I told him that if he wanted to get his epilepsy under control without a lot of side effects, he should go to a doctor and get a medical marijuana ID card. He didn’t tell his fiance what he was doing, even though he kept in touch with me. It wasn’t until he had his medical marijuana ID card in hand that he told his fiance. He said he was going to the medical marijuana dispensary and wanted to know if she would appreciate to ride along. He wasn’t sure if she understood what he said, because she was hard of hearing, although she hopped into the automobile with him, and when he stopped at the marijuana dispensary, she asked what they were stopping there for. He showed her his medical marijuana ID card and asked her to wait in the car. He came out with his medical marijuana and told her he was tired of having seizures! All she said was okay.