I wanted to post today to tell you that a lot has happened since I last posted. July 10th we took our son to a recovery house in Huntington, WV.
He was in pretty bad shape on that day. He had taken a potential deadly cocktail of heroin and cocaine and in his words he wanted to die.
The trip to get him to recovery was ten hours round trip as we do not have treatment facilities or recovery here in my town. I am sad that he is so far away. I am sad that he is homesick. I am relieved that I have a little less worry.
He is not recovered, but today he is not using.
His battle is far from over however. Our worries and fears are still present in some ways. This relapse occurred due to some health and pain issues he's had.
He's had some trouble after injuring his back. He's had some kidney issues for about five years. He's had seizure disorder for about eight years.
When you are a known user and not using it was hard for him to find a doctor to over look the old track marks in matters dealing with health. We learned July 10th that he has a mass and some spots on his prostate that may be cancerous. He is thirty one years old.
More tests are needed. But just for today, I am grateful that he is alive.
I will be starting back to work pretty soon which will occupy that empty space in my mind that often fills with dread and fear.