My brother was in a work accident last year, that left him with a lot of damage to his leg. The doctor told him he would never have the strength to walk properly, and he might consider applying for social security disability. My brother was only forty, and he swore he would not be getting disability. He was going to do his job, even if it meant eating ibuprofen as a major meal. I was proud of my brother, but I was hoping he wasn’t setting himself up for more heartache. After the accident, his wife left him, because she couldn’t stand seeing him go through so much pain, and he moved in with my husband and I until he was done with his rehab. He was talking to my husband and asked what he would do. My husband told him he would do just what he was doing. He had a family to support, and he had his self-esteem. He wouldn’t take this lying down, and he would do whatever he could to get back on his feet. He gave my brother a hug and told him we were there for him while he was getting back on his feet. My husband was reading an article about medical marijuana. The article said that medical marijuana had a lot of healing properties. He suggested my brother talk to his doctor about medical marijuana. If nothing else, medical marijuana could help him deal with his pain while go through physical therapy. My brother was at the doctor’s office the next week, and within four weeks, he was back on the right track with the help of medical marijuana.