My Son was a beautiful blue-eyed boy. He was the most loving person that you could ever meet. Our relationship had become strained due to his drug use. I gave him an ultimatum: get some help for the drug use or else. He chose to do the drugs. I had no clue that he was using heroin until I received a call that he was in the hospital in the Intensive Care Unit. I drove to the hospital and there he was on life support. He was heavily sedated because of the withdrawal that he was going through plus the fact that he had a tube down his throat because he had severe pneumonia. They did a bronchoscope on his lungs and told me that his lungs were black due to smoking marijuana and cigarettes. He also had endocarditis, an inflamed heart and his kidneys were shutting down and they needed to do dialysis on him to open his kidneys up.
I was devastated but I thought that maybe now he could finally become clean after all of this. I was planning an intervention once he woke up. He never woke up.
I hate heroin! My son died, he went into cardiac arrest 5 days after he went in the hospital. I'm going to make some good out of all of this and tell my story to as many people as I can reach -- his death will not be in vain! If I can just reach 1 person, I will be happy.