When you don't understand, ask questions. When you see an injustice, do something.

Tamara Netzel testifies in front of Virginia Senate
subcommittee in January, 2018 for cannabis oil
law expansion (Va HB1251). Standing next to
 Tamara is Va Senator Siobhan Dunnavant.
by Tamara Netzel

Cannabis in any form was not even on my radar before my hospitalization for my MS immunosuppressant drug causing severe liver injury and chronic pain afterwards. I have two sons who are young adults and did my job as a mom to warn them of dangers of drugs and thought smoking pot was for losers. But, it took a nearly desperate personal need for relief from the pain and trying all the doctors suggested unsuccessfully to be willing to try it. I justified that I was not smoking it and if it was just a snake oil, then at least I could say I tried it. The pain relief is life changing. I don't claim that cannabis in any form is a cure for anything, nor is it right for everybody. I still take FDA approved drugs for my MS, but I have been able to give up 6 medications that all have dangerous side effects. Some of these 6 drugs were to try to help the side effects of another. 


I've had to start taking another FDA drug for the side effects of another drug that may have triggered Glossopharyngeal Neuralgia and my left vocal cord to be partially paralyzed.  This is why there needs to be more research done on cannabis. It may be that one of the other 100 plus chemicals in the plant I do not have access to in a certain ratio would be better than the drug I am taking to help the GPN now, but I don't have the ability to know. It just doesn't make sense to me that something that helps so many people is illegal and can't be researched.

When I joined a group of advocates in Richmond, Va, I knew I wanted to help any way that I could and really thought that would mean passing out pamphlets or something. I didn't know I would be asked to speak in front of legislators that day, but I surprised even myself. I was not nervous at all. When Beth Collins asked me literally as we were walking to lunch that day if I would speak, I said yes. Then, she asked if I was sure. I confidently said, "I got this! I was a teacher for 16 years" while I was screaming in my mind, "Nooo! What did you just do?" Nevertheless, I pulled it off because all I had to do was tell my story. That was easy. They must have liked what I said, because the advocate group asked me to come back and speak to the House of Delegates.


Medical cannabis advocates working in Richmond, Va. - L to R: Karen Baker, Teresa Brogan, Me - Tamara Netzel, Beth Collins, Lisa Smith, Jennifer Collins. Front row: Haley Smith

To my amazement, this led to my being asked to join the advocate group in a follow up episode of Dateline on NBC documenting our journey to expanding the Virginia law from cannabis oils for Epilepsy patients to all other illnesses with permission from their doctor that would include MS. 

Standing with advocacy group in the balcony of the Virginia
General Assembly when HB1251 was unanimously voted in favor.

The crew from NBC visited my home in February, 2018 to tape the interview with Harry Smith. 


How I Relate to Superheroes Because of My MS

Me and The Fearless Girl statue in New York City

by Tamara Netzel

published on themighty.com October 2017


I didn’t know it at the time, but four years ago, I was given superpowers. Like most
superheroes, I continue to learn about my powers and how to use them for good.
Sounds cliche, but hear me out please.

I have multiple sclerosis (MS) and many of my symptoms are invisible to others which
makes it that much harder for people to understand my illness. Superheroes are often
misunderstood individuals. Often they are somewhat outcasts of society. Yet, rather
than become bitter by how others treat them, their thoughts evolve into armor or a
shield to see life in a different way in which others aren’t capable of seeing.

This has happened to me after my diagnosis of MS. It started three years prior to my
diagnosis when I woke up with the entire room spinning around me and I walked around
feeling drunk for two weeks after. Then I lost sight in my right eye temporarily for another
two weeks. The doctors could not tell me why it was happening. So, I began learning my
superpower of faking well. This became my secret identity like Superman has Clark Kent,
or Wonder Woman has Major Diana Prince in the U.S. Army.

I pretended to be well because the test results said I was well, so it must be true. I believed
the power must be mine then to be well. “Push through the pain and be tough like ‘normal’
people do,” I would tell myself. I switch to my secret identity all the time as I insist on living
happy and enjoying life when I’m able.

People see me smile and doubt my illness. People also look at Superman and Wonder
Woman and for some reason don’t believe they are Clark Kent and Diana Prince, and vice
versa. How can they be both? Why don’t they just stay as superheroes?

They need a break and they have to protect themselves from the bad guys by laying low and
saving energy for when it counts. Me too! I’m not that strong all the time. I need breaks from
trying to look well. Wonder Woman can’t have superhuman strength, speed, and durability all
the time either. She and I both get weak from fighting so hard. I hide out quietly after being
Wonder Woman for a while by being like Diana. I can’t stay as Diana too long either. If I didn’t
choose to be positive and happy sometimes, then I’d have to be a supervillain blaming all my
problems on others and punishing the world.

When I finally got my diagnosis after three years, I thought that would be the breakthrough
and now I could drop the act. Now everyone would see I am not making it up, finally accept
me, and help me. Not true. I still have to fight for the help and acceptance I need to want to
feel good. Superheroes experience this as well. They can’t help wanting peace, happiness,
and equality, yet continue to be misunderstood by others. People start to doubt their intentions
for looking so good in their tights, cape, and bracelets and tiara in Wonder Woman’s  case.
How dare she look good! Superhero stories often show that their struggles to be understood
give them intellect and courage to cope with the persistence of the bad guys.

I put my superhuman courage to use, just like Wonder Woman when I was overcome by
embarrassment the first time I needed to use a cane in public. The fear of judgement or pity
made me feel like I was wearing my tights and underwear like a superhero and getting stared
at as some “weirdo.” Eventually, I would use that cane with pride like a cape of power. But I
didn’t do it without the help of a friend.

Like all superheroes, I had people placed in my life, my vigilantes, like Wonder Woman has
her Amazon advisors to give courage to keep going. This allowed me to have the perspective
others lack to focus on the few things in life that really matter. It’s funny how I used to worry
about the silliest things. I rarely worry now. Superheroes don’t worry. They jump into action
and do what is needed to survive, as I do.

Superheroes have weaknesses like Superman has Kryptonite. Extreme heat or cold, physical
or mental stress, lack of sleep are all on my Kryptonite list. Wonder Woman’s bracelets reveal
her weakness by their original name, “bracelets of submission,” which relates to the idea that
her and her Amazon friends were once oppressed in a man’s world before moving to Paradise
island. I won’t submit to anyone’s idea of what a person with a disability should look like.

MS continues to throw new plot twists at me like with the medication I was on. I was taking a
medication for three years and it suddenly caused my liver to start failing this past March.
Then, I think this event triggered my intermittent hand pain symptom to now be constant. The
doctors didn’t understand why I wasn’t satisfied when the tests showed no evidence of my MS
getting worse. Medical tests rarely back up anything I’m feeling, so I don’t really take them
very serious. Wonder Woman doesn’t listen to those around her saying everything is safe.
No, she knows there are still bad guys working on their next plan to finish her, like my pain
is trying to finish me.

I’m sure there are so many more comparisons I could make with people like me with MS and
superheroes. But, one I often think about is how our illnesses force others to be real with us.
Like many others, I feel it when people make gestures to avoid me to save themselves from
awkwardness. They are polite in public, but avoid getting too close maybe because my
awkwardness makes them think of their own weaknesses or something. It’s like Wonder
Woman’s Lasso of Truth. We are looking to see how people are going to behave around us,
forcing them to show their true character.

Are you going to let me blend in like Diana and fit in to the crowd? Or are you gonna make
us bring out our superpowers to fight for our needs? In that case, I will be like Wonder
Woman because I will make you wonder about me and my superpower, as I live a happy
life with my invisible jet and boomerang tiara, without you on my Paradise Island – which
you’ve been banished from.

You’ve never seen me and Wonder Woman in the same room, have you? I’m just saying…It
could be true.