Saturday, November 26, 2011
For one week, his doctor put him on dilaudid, because he could not start on suboxone right away. Why? Because the doctor said he'd go into full-blown withdrawals if he had methadone in his system.
B took two weeks of work to try and detox. Only our insurance screwed us around, big time. They wouldn't pay for the suboxone ($300.00). It took a lot of phone calls (which my son did himself) and waiting for the appeals process, but that took 11 days to finally go through. In the meantime, we paid $10.00 per daily dose, waiting for the red tape to be cleared. It was a rough ride, which B supplemented with marijuana (which is legal in California, with a "license").
My son was in good spirits, feeling happy to be free of the methadone clinic. I was feeling thankful (still am) that he was getting that poison out of his body. Ironically, his insurance has approved him for the vivitrol shot. B found where the co-pay (up to $500.00) will be covered. Prices, I hear, are about $800-$1000.00 per shot, per month. B won't get the shot, just yet. Right now, he's using subutex which he says helps a little bit. But, he still has traces of methadone in his body (I've been reading how it builds up in bones), and so withdrawals simply aren't out of the question.
So, why am I so sad? I'm that way, because my baby boy is sick. I want to cry. This is my precious boy, who was born with a good and healthy body. It breaks my heart to know that his body is ravaged from five years of drug use. Our relationship has been repaired. But his body hasn't.
I try not to "fear" what I cannot control, predict nor fix.
But, today, I'm feeling deeply concerned for my son. I am concerned that he is relying on weed to help him get through this phase. I hate it. Sure, I smoked weed in high school, so I would be a hypocrite to say that he can't. In some ways, I get that marijuana has it's health benefits for certain medical conditions. As I've said before, if my son smoked only weed-- it would be far better than going backwards with heroin. Heroin is a disgusting drug. So is methamphetamine. So is crack. Let's face it. Drug addiction and alcohol addiction devastates everything it touches-- isn't that why you're reading my blog?
I've done a brave job of keeping it real with my son's addiction, and struggle to stay sober. But, today, I'm feeling like I'm teetering on fear. I'm feeding off my own son's fear--
I think my son fears withdrawals more than anything. From my own perspective, I feel as though he goes into a panic when the signs of withdrawals hit-- and he has to race out and buy weed.
But, here's the problem. My. Son. Cannot. Afford. To. Buy. Drugs. Legal. Or. Illegal.
Here's my struggle. I. Don't. Want. To. Buy. My. Son. Drugs. To. Keep. Him. From. Fear. Of. Withdrawal.
This is where my heart is so torn. How easy would it be for me to buy his weed? I'm not rich, but I could sacrifice my own needs to help my son feel better.
But, what good would that do? My son is selling off his video games, to buy weed. How do I know he's not using heroin? I know. I just know. I truly believe that my son doesn't want to use heroin. Ever. Again.
But, he's an addict. He is struggling to get off the methadone that helped him to get off heroin that helped him to get off oxycontin, that started with cocaine, that goes back to smoking weed in Middle School that goes back to....
I know that it wouldn't be right for me to buy his weed. So, I won't. But a mother's instinct is to protect her child.
My son is stuck in a viscous cycle. I don't want to even entertain the thought of him relapsing. I only wish he would work harder at finding a sponsor-- someone he can talk to. B's argument is that meetings won't help with the physical withdrawals he's going through. He says he doesn't want to use. But, he's sick and cannot function at his job in that condition.
I talked to my husband about how I'm feeling. He did exactly what I had hoped he would do. He listened. B isn't his own flesh and blood, so he can be pragmatic with his advice. I'm B's mom. He's my one and only child. He is not a thief. He is never rude to me. In fact, he's downright respectful and helpful.
This is so hard, because it's easy for me to enable.
Having a child who is a drug addict is something I don't wish on anyone. How I pray that my son will be set free of the bonds of addiction. I pray he will grow to me a man who is clean and sober, and who will use his charisma and beautiful personality to help others.
But, right now, my son needs help. I need to hang on, and be strong in my faith.