Whenever mom was adamantly against something, she would tell me she wouldn’t believe it until she sees pigs fly.
When the state talked about legalizing medical marijuana, she said she would believe it until she saw pigs fly.
Earlier last year, she was having many problems that came with rheumatoid arthritis. The doctor told her medical marijuana may help with the pain and the stiffness. She told him she use medical marijuana when pigs fly. Last month, I stood outside looking up at the sky. Mom came out and asked if I found anything interesting in the clouds. I told her I was watching for flying pigs. First, she looked at me and then she frowned. She told me I was wiseguy and I could take myself into the house. She was going to use her medical marijuana, and I didn’t need to be outside making fun of her. Mom’s pain had become so bad that it was all she could do to walk. Her hands and feet were deformed, and the medical marijuana was the only thing that was keeping her moving. I had to laugh the day she told me she was getting her medical marijuana ID card. I said very little, but I chuckled and then stopped myself. I couldn’t resist teasing her about flying pigs when she came home from the dispensary with her first purchase of medical marijuana. I don’t know if it was the topical creams or the oral medical marijuana, but within a week, she was in less pain, with or without pigs flying.