Pubdate: Tue, 29 Oct 2013
Source: Arkansas Democrat-Gazette (Little Rock, AR)
Copyright: 2013 Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, Inc.
Note: Accepts letters to the editor from Arkansas residents only
Author: Marck L. Beggs


A couple of months ago, I watched my mother die in excruciating pain, 
her mind fogged by morphine. We turned on Sinatra's "Fly Me to the 
Moon," and I held her beautiful face in my arms as she squeezed out 
her final, painful breath.

For years, my mom suffered from chronic arthritis and glaucoma, and 
the only legal medicine that her doctors, in both Arkansas and 
Georgia, could provide was morphine. Several of them implied that 
they wished they could have prescribed marijuana. But we live in a 
cruel state where editorial writers and Christians apparently are 
more worried about kids getting into the stash than the unbearable 
pain that my mother suffered.

News flash: The kids are going to get into the stash regardless if 
the parents don't bother to lock it up. Would you prefer they get 
into the weed or the morphine? Mr. Greenberg, who the hell do you 
think you are to deny my mother the legal means to alleviate her suffering?


Little Rock
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