Pubdate: Thu, 25 Sep 2003
Source: Daily Pennsylvanian, The (PA Edu)
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Author: Alex Koppelman
Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/mmj.htm (Cannabis - Medicinal)

LIFE SAVER

George McMahon Was About To Die. Then He Discovered Marijuana.

George McMahon smokes ten joints a day, over a quarter ounce of marijuana. 
The street value of that amount of marijuana is over $100, but since 1992, 
McMahon has been getting it for free. Once every four months, he drives 
from his Texas home to Iowa, where he picks up four metal canisters, each 
containing 300 joints -- about a half pound of marijuana -- grown, rolled, 
prescribed and distributed by the federal government. George McMahon is a 
numerical impossibility. Diagnosed with a genetic condition known as Nail 
Patella Syndrome (NPS), which afflicts only one out of every 50,000 people, 
he is also one of only a handful of people in the country officially 
immune, in all 50 states, from arrest or prosecution for possession of 
marijuana.

He used to take as many as 17 medications, 51 pills, every day. They 
alleviated some of his symptoms, but they left him with inescapable nausea, 
and in 1986 he found himself in the hospital with renal failure, a common 
complication of NPS. He was wasting away, told that he had only a few hours 
to live, when a dying cancer patient offered to trade a joint for one of 
McMahon's hand-rolled cigarettes.

"I'm 54," George says over the phone. "They told me when I was 38 I might 
make it another 5 hours.

They repeatedly told me before that I was going to die young.

After having rheumatic fever, I wrote an essay for school and said that I 
wouldn't see 35. All of these things come from things doctors said to me, 
as they coached me and set me up for the next doctor.

You know, 'I can't fix you, or tell you what's wrong with you, but he can.' 
So I've had a lot of predictions, but they're always short.

And now, recently, my doctor said he expects me to have a normal life span 
because of the marijuana."

The characteristic features of Nail Patella Syndrome are fingernail and 
occasionally toenail defects.

Knee abnormalities occur in almost all NPS patients. Sometimes the kneecap 
is square, misplaced or undersized. Sometimes it's just not there.

Elbows, too, are deformed in most cases: the elbow joints become 
dislocated, and cause incomplete extension of the forearm, as well as 
mobility problems in the wrist.

Skin and tissue tightens along the joint, giving the elbow a webbed 
appearance. And in nearly all cases, patients develop iliac horns, a crest 
or spur in the pelvic bone, a symptom unknown in any other human disease, 
or indeed, in any other species at all. Kidney problems happen in about 
one-third to one-half of NPS sufferers, as well as open angle glaucoma.

Some patients' symptoms are mild, allowing them to lead full, active lives.

Others, like McMahon, can become, as he describes himself once, "extremely 
terminally progressively ill."

10 states have passed laws legalizing, or decriminalizing, the possession 
and use of marijuana for medical purposes.

But in essence, those laws are nothing more than symbols.

Even if state authorities won't arrest medical marijuana users, or will, as 
in California, supply users with the drug, federal authorities have 
repeatedly demonstrated a willingness to bust up state medical marijuana 
programs.

Federal law supersedes state law, and the federal government is clear on 
one thing: marijuana has no medicinal value, and is illegal to use, 
distribute, or possess at any time or for any reason except federal 
research programs.

In 1976, Robert Randall, a glaucoma patient in his late 20's, was arrested 
for growing marijuana.

In 1972, he was told that his eyesight would be gone within a few years, 
and he started smoking marijuana to relieve the ocular pressure that 
glaucoma produces, eventually destroying the ocular nerve and with it, the 
patient's eyesight.

Unable to afford street prices, he began to grow his own marijuana, and 
lacking experience, was caught.

Before he went to trial, he underwent medical testing which proved that no 
drug was as successful in treating his glaucoma as marijuana, and he used 
that testing to mount a "medical necessity" defense.

On December 28, 1976, Judge James A. Washington Jr. agreed, dismissing all 
charges.

Even before the decision, though, the government enrolled Randall in a drug 
study, supplying him with marijuana. Then they abruptly cut off the supply.

Randall sued the government, asking for inclusion in the government's 
Compassionate Investigational New Drug (IND) program.

The two parties settled in 1978, and the federal government began to again 
supply him with legal marijuana, which it did until his death in 2001 of 
AIDS-related complications. He never lost his sight.

Randall was initially the only federally approved marijuana user, but in 
1982, Irvin Rosenfeld, a stockbroker from Florida, joined the IND program. 
Rosenfeld has a disease that causes benign tumors to continually grow in 
his bones. Before he tried marijuana, he could not remain sitting for more 
than ten minutes due to the intense pain. Elvy Musikka became the third 
patient in 1988. Musikka suffers, like Robert Randall, from glaucoma.

Like Robert Randall, she was busted for growing her own marijuana.

Arrested in March 1988, she was acquitted of all charges when she mounted a 
medical necessity defense, and after threatening to sue the government, she 
was accepted into the IND program that October. Corinne Millet, another 
glaucoma sufferer, was the fourth to receive federal marijuana.

George McMahon was the fifth.

 From left to right: author Christopher Largen, George McMahon, 
Congressional candidate Jodi James, and medical marijuana activist Fat 
Freddy. Over the years, Robert Randall became an activist for medical 
marijuana, starting the Alliance for Cannabis Therapy, publishing a book 
and putting out a pamphlet for AIDS sufferers on how to apply for the 
Compassionate IND program. Applications rose yearly from only five to 
thousands, but Randall's success backfired - the first Bush administration, 
worried that the public might get the wrong idea, decided to shut down the 
program.

Some people who had been accepted, but not yet received their marijuana, 
were told that they would never receive it. The patients already in the 
program were grandfathered in. The numbers on them are shaky: estimates 
vary from 12 to 34, although a dozen seems to be the most accepted.

The program will end when those patients remaining die. The numbers on 
those deaths are shaky, too, but George McMahon believes there are five to 
seven left.

The marijuana distributed to those still in the Compassionate IND program 
is delivered to a Class I Pharmacy - the only kind licensed to dispense 
marijuana. A Class I Pharmacy is a lockable building inside of a locked 
building, with guards outside 24 hours.

The marijuana is grown in a seven-acre farm at the University of 
Mississippi in Oxford. The seeds and stems are left in with the smokable 
buds, freeze-dried to ensure quality, and rolled using a machine into Pall 
Mall cigarette papers. 300 of the joints are put into a can and covered 
with a layer of Styrofoam. The can bears a plain white storage label that 
reads like this, as described by McMahon:

Marijuana Cigarettes Approximately 300 cigarettes per can

Net Weight = 271.14 g

Average Weight per cigarette = .901g

Manufactured April, 1999

I.D. No: 9497-0499-103-4683

Research Triangle Institute

George McMahon is not what you'd expect of a marijuana user - he's not an 
aging hippie or flower child; his voice is rough and gravelly, with a 
slight hint of a Midwestern drawl.

His hair is short and graying, his dress conservative. For many years, he 
worked as a coal miner - after, he owned his own auto body shop. He sees 
his mother, who lives only a block away, daily. "My wife and my mother get 
along real well," he says, "so they do quite a bit together.

We go down and fix things for her."

McMahon was never a healthy child - in one string of illnesses, he 
developed pink eye, then chicken pox, strep throat and finally rheumatic 
fever. Lifting weights never helped him to develop muscle mass. His muscles 
outdistanced his bones in strength, and the bones in his arms broke often 
from lifting heavy weights.

By 21, he had lost all his teeth.

In 1964, surgery to improve flexibility in his right elbow went awry, and a 
nerve was damaged, leaving him without feeling in his forearm.

McMahon had tried marijuana a few times in the 1960's, and though he 
noticed it helped relieve his pain, he never thought much of it. In the 
mid-70's, though, he was working as a coal miner, and his hands hurt him 
constantly. His landlord, an elderly Mexican woman, rubbed a tincture of 
marijuana in alcohol on his hands.

McMahon returned daily, and more, for the salve.

After a few weeks, the pain and swelling was gone for good. It was a 
turning point - he started to smoke marijuana for his constant pain, 
finding that it relieved him better than prescription painkillers, and left 
him more aware and alert.

McMahon took a turn for the worse in 1985 when his right kidney shut down. 
He underwent nine surgeries, none of which were completely successful, and 
his life hung in the balance.

George hadn't slept in six weeks, hadn't eaten in thirty days. His eyes 
were incapable of blinking when a doctor told him he had five hours to 
live. But that night, a dying cancer patient in a room a few doors down 
sent a sympathetic nurse as a messenger.

He had noticed that McMahon had a tattoo of a rolling paper company's logo 
on his arm; would McMahon trade a hand-rolled cigarette for a joint?

Later that evening, the nurse came back with the joint.

Fifteen minutes after smoking it, McMahon called the nurse's station to ask 
for solid food. That night, he slept for the first time in six weeks.

Despite his previous experiences with marijuana's beneficial effects for 
him, McMahon had always been wary of the drug, considering it a 
"recreational drug of abusers." In that moment, he was convinced that 
marijuana had saved his life, and he began to fight to be able to use it 
legally.

"In my case it was provable that [marijuana worked], and we proved it," he 
says over the phone. "Over and over again.

We had a lot of hospitals and doctors that I'd been to over the years and 
they all said the same thing and the final call was, 'We give up, we can't 
do anything for him.'"

Once confined to a wheelchair, George McMahon now walks without even the 
aid of a cane. "My day does consist of a lot more creative things," he 
says. "I have a workshop here, I have a bicycle I like to ride." Much of 
his quality of life is determined by the quality of marijuana he's smoking.

Lately that quality has been uniformly low. Still, he leads what he 
describes as "a pretty pleasant life."

"I get up about 6 in the morning, sit on my porch, I get my coffee ready, I 
give my dogs their snacks.

Then I smoke a joint and I eat something. Generally I get up because of 
nausea or spasms.

After 7 or 8 hours without marijuana, I'm already having some of my 
symptoms again... [I do] work in the yard, and my wife and I have our time 
in the morning to drink coffee and talk. I smoke about every hour, but 
sometimes in the morning I'll have to smoke two quite close together, 
depending on the weather... I'm active in my community, I'm active in my 
community organization, we live in a gated community. So I'm semi-active. 
Way more active than a person in my condition should be."

And like Robert Randall, George McMahon has become a reluctant activist.

One reason is that Nail Patella Syndrome is undoubtedly a genetic disorder, 
and much of his family is afflicted with it. His sister died from it at 44. 
His mother has it. He believes his brother has it, though his brother won't 
admit it. His daughter has it, too, and it clearly pains him.

"My daughter didn't believe marijuana could be medicine, especially for 
her. But as she's grown older, she's... started looking at the 
prescriptions and cutting them down... So the only thing we can think of is 
marijuana... And she can't use marijuana, she uses marijuana she goes to 
prison, gets her kids taken away." He pauses and laughs, but it is a hard, 
nervous laugh. "I mean, how much closer to the bone can it be? This is my 
own flesh and blood and I can't help her."

But McMahon has helped others. "My message is almost completely 
grassroots... So it was never a matter of me to be in the position to be 
saying, 'I want to be making a big media hullabaloo.' I don't even think I 
do. I want to talk to everyone that wants to talk about it. To me that's 
how grassroots work. All the changes that we've had so far have been 
grassroots. It's been an overwhelming cry of the populace... To me that's 
very gratifying. I didn't do that, I touched maybe some of them. But the 
message has gone out, that's important, to us as people, that's important.

It's not only our rights, it's our lives."

In 1995, George had a relapse.

It lasted three years, but in 1998 he found "a doctor who would treat me 
for what I had." Healthier, he and his wife Margaret set out on a two-year 
trek around the country. "All we did was live in our motor home and go from 
engagement to engagement to court speech to state congressional meetings 
and just about everything you can imagine.

And they would pay our gas and our expenses so we could eat... I really 
found out people love each other and don't even know each other.

It was the most amazing thing in my life. I found office workers, nurses, 
doctors, people who weren't involved at all who went way out of line to bat 
for me. It was an odyssey and it was an amazing one."

This fall, George and his friend Christopher Largen are embarking on a tour 
in support of their new book Prescription Pot: A Leading Advocate's Heroic 
Battle to Legalize Medical Marijuana. Traveling is a burden on George: 
other patients in the IND program have run into trouble with their medicine 
at airports, and so, to avoid any potential hassles, they will be driving 
cross-country. It is quite a production: George makes a point of calling 
the police in every place they're traveling through to tell them who he is. 
The whole thing is a stress on his body: Largen says that, "George's urine 
turns the color of tomato juice when we're traveling," and he needs a 
caretaker with him, a role that Largen fulfills.

It's tough, but for George McMahon, it's always been tough, and like 
always, he presses forward.
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