Hi, My name's Corrie (Yelland). I'm 55 years old. In May of 2007, I had a heart attack and subsequently had a double bypass. As a result of the heart surgery, for 4 plus years, I have been plagued with chronic debilitating pain from a maligned sternum and post sternotomy neuralgia/syndrome. I was ingesting copious amounts of various pain killers 24/7. They barely touched the pain. I spent my days in agony, waiting for evening so I could try to sleep. I took sleeping pills nightly in a futile attempt to escape the hell I was going through and failed miserably. Within 2 hours of taking the pills, I would awake in agony.
Fast forward to July of 2011. Already coping with 2 spots of skin cancer on my collar bone, I was stunned when I was diagnosed with Anal Canal Cancer. (This is the same cancer that took Farrah Fawcett's life.) Following 2 surgeries, the doctor told me they did not get all the cancer and I would have to endure a regime of radiation treatments. I started researching what this would entail, and attended a intake meeting at the Cancer Clinic. I was informed that "this is the worst area of of the body to radiate", the radiation beam would hit both my coccyx and pubic bone potentially causing permanent damage." They would try not to hit my spine.
Additionally, I would suffer 2nd and 3rd degree burns vaginally, rectally, across my buttocks, as well as my entire "nether regions", and there was a "good possibility" both my vagina and rectum would fuse shut from the burns and subsequent scaring.
The list of both short and long term side effects was endless and horrendous, but you get the gist. I told the doctor, I needed time to think about it. His response was hostile, as he told me I had 2-4 months, possibly 6. He murmured something abut a "death wish" and walked out. One day someone sent me Rick Simpson's video, Run From The Cure. It took me days to get around to watching it, but when I did I was blown away. Here was this man, a seemingly super straight small town Nova Scotian, talking about these amazing results he had seen with in himself and other people taking Cannabis and curing themselves of a myriad of diseases including end stage cancers.
After hearing what Rick had to say, and watching the testimonials in the video, I was feeling some hope for the first time. For 2 weeks I did nothing but research cannabis as a medicine. I was stunned by the sheer number of studies on Pub Med indicating that cannabis indeed has the capacity to heal. I started using cannabis 2 months ago as per Rick Simpson's protocol from his video. (He recommends starting out small, and slowly upping the dose so ones' body becomes accustomed to it, without being high constantly. As a person who hasn't smoked pot since my late teens, early 20's, the non high aspect appealed to me). I had huge hopes to cure my cancer, and embarked on my fight to live.
As well as ingesting the cannabis oil, I topically applied it to 2 spots of skin cancer on my collar bone. Within 48 hours, there were visible changes. In just over a week, the 2 spots were completely gone. Elated, I continued ingesting the oil, in hopes it would work on the other cancer attacking my body. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. About 2 weeks into my regime, the pain in my sternum, as well as the nerve pain had become almost non existent.
You have to understand, I had resigned myself to a life sentence of pain and agony. It had been 4 years of pain that was with me 24/7 and never, in my wildest dreams, did I imagine I would be pain free ever again. I was able to stand up straight, the jolting pain so intense that it would cause me to cry out, ceased completely. I started to sleep through the night and stopped taking sleeping pills. I saw one of my doctors a couple of weeks ago and was thrilled to hear he believes there is a decrease in both the size and number of tumors. I know in my heart it is only a matter of time before I will be completely cured. Even the most
Corrie and Rick Simpson
Corrie and Director Christian Laurette Filming "Run from the Cure 2"
skeptical of my friends comment on the visible changes in me. I have evolved from a pain wracked, hunched over, shuffling along individual, to a vibrant, high energy person. Even my complexion has improved.
Before I started using cannabis, I typically took 10-15 Tylenol 3 a day, along with a smorgasbord of other drugs. Now, in a 24 hour period, a half a Tylenol 3 is all I need. I think it's understandable when I say I get very emotional when I think of how far I've come. Not only has cannabis changed my life, it is SAVING my life.
When researching, I met a woman in Texas diagnosed with the same cancer that I have. Diagnosed at the same time, we felt fortunate to have found each other, as we were identical in every aspect. I. E. same age, same diagnostic procedure, same stage of the cancer with radiation recommended as treatment. She chose to have the radiation. I'm very sad to tell you she died 2 weeks ago, as a result of infection from radiation burns. She left behind a husband and 12 year old daughter.
Corrie and Christian
Cannabis KILLS Cancer
The above was written (March 2012) I continued ingesting the oil on a daily basis, slowly, ever so slowly increasing the amount I was taking. As well, I began filling gelatin capsules with a mixture of the cannabis oil and olive oil and inserting them rectally (Here are instructions for making cannabis oil suppositories). I thought to myself, if the oil worked being applied directly to skin cancers, wounds etc. why wouldn't it work there? Get it closer to the source, get it closer to the problem area. At the end of May, I saw the doctor who first discovered my cancer. I was in the operating room for a non related problem. At the time, I was told he could no longer manually or visually detect any cancer. Elated, for the first time I dared to hope, that maybe, just MAYBE the cannabis oil was working.
Because the cancer was not this particular doctor's area of expertise, I was hesitant to become too excited. I was no longer taking any pain killers and found myself thinking that if all the cannabis did was to hold it at bay, I would consider myself lucky. On September 20, 2012, I saw my specialist/surgeon, whom I had not seen for approximately 6 months. He examined me once, then a second time, and then a third time. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear the whooshing in my ears. And then the news I had only dared to hope for. "It's gone! I can't find anything at all. If it wasn't for the scar tissue I would never have known you had ever had cancer." I was shaking, looking at him in disbelief. Tears streaming down my face, I hugged him mumbling, "thank you, thank you." He looked at me, "No, Thank YOU! You're the one that did this. You DID it Corrie! You pulled it off, you pulled it off! No doctor, CANNABIS OIL and I pulled it off! I received confirmation that the cancer is well and truly 100% confirmed to be gone.