NJ cannabis advocate and businessman Patrick Duff is cancer-free after using Rick Simpson Oil (RSO) instead of chemotherapy. He recounted his story to Heady NJ:
Last year I went in for a colonoscopy on July 28th to find the best treatment options for my diverticulitis.
I’ve been dealing with stomach issues for years and had to be hospitalized for flare-ups. I weighed 225 pounds at the beginning of the year, but I had lost over 50 pounds by July. When I saw my GI doctor, he said I’d have to learn to live with it.
“Live like this? I am dying!” I said. He ordered a colonoscopy.
When you have a colonoscopy, someone must drive you home. Both my mother and father came with me but had to wait in the car due to COVID.
While they wheeled me in, I let them know that I had a beautiful wife and son I needed to see again, “So please make sure I wake up.”
When my eyes opened, the doctor looked concerned. I jokingly said to her, “Was it really that bad up there?”
Coping with Cancer
“I’m so sorry, but you have cancer,” she replied.
The tumor was so massive she didn’t need a biopsy to know it was cancer.
The world stopped. Even though I was lying down, I felt like I was sinking into the earth. A piece of my soul broke off and was forever trapped in that moment. I felt like I had been found guilty of a crime and had been sentenced to death.
Telling my parents was intense. I sobbed like a child. My mother held my hand and promised to be with me the whole time, no matter what. We discussed plans for my funeral. I told her I wanted Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Izzy played.
I’m only 45.
A week later, I had a 9.875-inch tumor and half my colon removed. The tumor was perforated, meaning leaking. One of the doctors commented on how remarkable my tumor was. They couldn’t figure out how I wasn’t dead already.
I let them know that I smoke copious amounts of cannabis which could be the reason.
Rick Simpson RSO Helps
I went home from the hospital five days after surgery with pain medications which didn’t help and constipated me. The last thing a person who has a colon resection wants is to be constipated. It was years that I couldn’t properly go to the bathroom. I wanted to try out my new exhaust, but the painkillers wouldn’t let me.
Luckily, I have very good friends in the cannabis industry. One of them had already shipped me 60 grams of Rick Simpson Oil (RSO) that arrived the day I got home.
Shortly after, I took about a quarter of a gram and ate it. My back and stomach hurt like hell, and I was extremely constipated. Roughly 30 minutes later, I noticed the pain subsiding. I turned to my mom and said, “I feel like I need to poop.”
Fifteen minutes later, I had my first proper poop in several years.
That week I had to visit the oncologist to hear my diagnosis of extremely high-risk stage 2 cancer. He suggested I start chemotherapy immediately since the tumor was leaking. He said microscopic particles of cancer could be floating around, which was the only choice I had.
I declined and let him know that I would be using RSO instead. He was adamant I was making a big mistake.
The suggested cycle of RSO is to consume 60 grams in 90 days. Considering what I had, I did 60 grams in 60 days. I was very tired at first, but I needed sleep. At first, I would consume .25 grams four times a day. Fifteen days in, I could eat the whole gram at night.
Patrick Duff’s Health Routine
After trial and error, I developed a system where I could inject the very sticky RSO syringes into capsules to make them easier to consume.
My oncologist doctor agreed to monitor me even though I wasn’t doing chemo. He promised to document my cannabis treatment outcome, but I wanted a second opinion.
I told a second doctor at the University of Pennsylvania Hospital I wouldn’t do the chemo and instead use RSO. He scolded me like a child and refused to monitor me if I chose not to do chemo. I stayed with the first oncologist.
I was frequently monitored with blood tests to check on my Carcinoembryonic Antigen (CEA) levels and white/red blood counts. Each time it showed no signs of cancer returning. At the six-month marker, I had to get another colonoscopy, CT scan, and blood test.
When the colonoscopy doctor saw me, she told me how great I looked.
“You didn’t do chemo, did you?” she asked.
When she told me I had cancer, I let her know that I had a playbook ready and would be using RSO, which she had never heard of.
Three weeks ago, I met with my oncologist to hear the results of my tests. When I first met with him, I was 160 pounds and frail. On that, I weighed 193 lbs.
He said all my tests were clear, with no signs of the cancer returning, and at this point, I was CANCER FREE!
“Mr. Duff, you’re going to end up in a medical journal. By all scientific measures, you should be dead,” he said.
I feel like the ward called, and I’m allowed out of jail.
