The plight of heroin addiction

heroBorn and raised in Switzerland, educated in good schools, polite and gentle.

He fell into heroin addiction.

In time, left all alone to fight the illness.

Fell into Methadone and Heroine more and more…

Continued to struggle, everyday hunting for temporary self healing.

He drew himself up rules of survival, and rules of dignity.

No crimes, no hurting others in any way or form.

He would not take any governmental help, or aid of any kind.

He would take any job that would provide himself shelter, food for his guts and for his addiction.

And the years continued to pass by.

The hunger to feed his dependency grew, and in time, he could no longer feed his body.

Thinner and thinner in body, but steel strong in his own rules and dignity.

No crimes; he would not harm anybody in any way.

Coffee with a lot of sugar was the only feed he got for the last 3 months.

Just before his clock was on its last tick – he found his way to us.

Kind and delicate smile. Very, very skinny with almost no muscles left. Pale with very long black hair.

It was clear that we had to take him in.

We had to use all our experience and expertise to try and keep him among the living.

After all, he made it to us. He survived until now.

I knew he had his dreams and they never came true.

I knew that he had won a thousand battles but his life was taken over by his dependency.

At the intensive care – tracheal tube, nasogastric tube, IV infusions, monitors, respirators, all that modern medicine could offer.

But probably too weak to cope with any physical stress.

This time, we’ll let him rest, and we will fight for him.

It was very delicate, he had no strength to breathe, his blood pressure was dropping again and again, blood gazes to be managed, electrolytes to be repaired, withdrawal waves to be managed and controlled.

Lung infection on site, intravenous antibiotics.

We were in battle.

Slowly, the waves of withdrawal started fading  away.

The treatment was done, now we had to stop anesthesia, stop the respiration machine. We had to hand to him the task of breathing on his own.

The next morning, he was flat, almost no movement, eyes half open starring at the ceiling.

No symptoms or signs of any withdrawal, but too weak to respond to anything.

The battle continued.

We gave him all we could to try and help him to recover.

In the evening he started talking. We gave him an yogurt, he start eating, and after the first spoon he smiled.

“How nice and tasty it is… I completely forgot what a great feeling it is to eat yogurt.”

From that moment, he started eating and enjoying every step of the recovery period.

In two days, I could discharged him from the hospital to start his way back into the life he lost so many years ago.

For me, this man is a true Hero.

I am grateful and honored I have, in a way, played a roll in the life story of this man.

It is a privilege to be part of my own team.

I thank all the ones that have contributed in any way or form to all I have learned.

  • Neil Allen

    He’s a pos junkie not a hero

    • drtania

      I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you don’t forgive easily @Neil.

  • Tintin

    I was there….an impressive man…a great Treatment carried out by highly qualified doctors….all my respect to all those, who want to get rid of their opiate dependency…..many thanks to those, which are helping them…..a big hope appears…

  • jtaylor2306

    It can and WILL happen to anyone that is prescribed these pain killers from a Dr. Unless you have had to fight this battle you can never really know why or how someone can let themselves fall into the life of opiate addiction.

    I lost all respect for my brother for taking this path and not having enough will power to just say “NO”. After a long battle of rehabs and 3am phone calls from his wife looking for him, I decided that if he didn’t care about himself, I was going to wash my hands with his situation and leave it up to GOD.

    My brother didn’t last long after that. He was found alongside a road in Gary, Indiana.
    My brother had the same job for 22 years and over 20 years on our towns fire department. Married for over 20 years and owned a very nice home that he took pride in. He was the perfect example of the kind of man I wanted to be like. He was my hero.

    I was mad at my brother for years after that. Why didn’t he just “quit”? Why didn’t he just go back to the brother that I knew? I was mad and ashamed because my hero did not have enough will power to just stop. I didn’t have a clue…

    A few years later my back had finally given me so much pain I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I went to get help. A few M.R.I.s and a few specialists later, I found out that I had no disks between L4 and L5. Now I am getting prescribed morphine and norcos. It wasn’t a big deal to me though, because I wasn’t going to take mare that what is prescribed to me. I wasn’t going to abuse them like my brother did because I have “Will Power”.

    I was so ignorant… I caught myself before I hit bottom, but now every day is a struggle.
    I am getting help and being truthful with myself, but the one thing that has surprised me more than the rest, is the fact that my brother has once again become my hero. Even in his death he has taught me a lesson.

    • Farmgal 4

      TY for sharing this. To everyone who has negative attitude regarding addiction/addicts, I say this: There, but for the grace of God, go I. It can happen to anyone; no one is immune from this dreadful disease. I hope you’re doing well, jtaylor.