I clutched the three precious bottles the whole way home, then quickly stashed them to the med drawer before a ray of sunlight or other harm could befall them.
Believe it or not, and I myself haven't fully absorbed it, C. is now the holder of a medical cannabis license, valid for one year.
Today, only 2 months after we broached the topic with C.'s neurologist, we drove for an hour to our free instruction session with a pediatric nurse. Informative and friendly, she volunteers at our country's largest producer, supplier and promoter of medical cannabis...
An hour later we trotted off to the organization's shop to pick up a free two-month's supply of the drug.
The service and product are provided free to children and while C. technically graduated that phase three months ago, these generous folks are, for some reason, treating her as a child. And I'm not complaining.