A choice

We are now going on three weeks without word from my son. Maybe this is a good sign. Maybe this time he will succeed.  Usually after he completes detox and gets moved to into the rehab portion, the phone calls start.  “Mom, I need cigarettes”, “Mom, I need clothes”, “Mom, I need….”   

I know he is in rehab again as the insurance approval arrived in the mail the other day for coverage thru the 16^th.  I looked up the place it listed on line and wonder why I am still SO amazed.  It looks like a complete 5-star getaway.  The website touts “peaceful, tranquil and idyllic…. perfect for enjoying the beauty of the lake and the grandeur of the surrounding mountains”.

I also received in the mail a bill from a facility for $29,000 to cover what the insurance didn’t pay. This was 2 or 3 treatment centers ago I am pretty sure we are nearing the $100,000 mark. My insurance will cease at the end of the year. My son knows this.

I pray not only for my son but everyone else going thru the hell of addiction.  I have also made a conscious decision to choose Joy. I have learned that circumstances cannot take my Joy away from me. This is my son’s journey. This is what God has given me to strengthen me. To (hopefully) strengthen my son against this hell.

ps:  On the news this morning, it was reported that since Obama Care was enacted, prescription drug sales have gone up. So, is it fair to say that Obama Care is creating more addicts?