Medical marijuana is no miracle cure. The Hauser family knew that before they gave their toddler his first dose.
Wyatt Hauser of Woodbury was the first patient to be enrolled in Minnesota's medical cannabis program last summer. While the fledgling industry struggled with low enrollment, high prices and a skeptical medical community, the 3-year-old swallowed cannabis oil mixed with applesauce three times a day as his parents waited to see if the treatment would help after every other epilepsy drug had failed.
More than six months later, seizures still wrack the boy's developing brain, but the frequency has dwindled from hundreds a day to about 80. Every seizure "breaks my heart," said his mother, Jessica Hauser. But in the lulls between, there are glimpses of a new Wyatt.
This Wyatt laughs. He makes eye contact. He climbs onto his mother's lap to cuddle and chases after big brother E.J. He plays with toys. This Wyatt, whose family tried almost a dozen seizure medications with no success, has been weaned off them all.
"It's just amazing," Hauser said, passing her son brightly colored bits of plastic to feed the beeping green dinosaur that's caught his attention. "We can tell when he's happy. We can tell when he's hungry. … He just has a better quality of life. He's more alert, he's more awake."
Wyatt, who turns 4 in April, doesn't speak and still wears a helmet to protect him from the seizures that drop him in his tracks without warning. But sometimes his mother catches him staring in wonder at the world around him, like someone whose staticky old TV set just picked up a clear signal.
For now, that's miracle enough.
Success, but concerns
The first months of medical marijuana in Minnesota have seen quiet success stories: the chemotherapy and AIDS patients who regained their appetites; the hospice patients offered ease in their final days; the moms with debilitating illnesses who were able to show up again for their kids' hockey games.