So many of us live with an anguish that very few people witness, as we watch our loved ones in sickness.
This photo comes from a member of Treatment Before Tragedy. Our #Tb4T friend tells us:
This photo is of my sister, just after she endured a two-day ordeal of getting my son to treatment. This included driving my son three-and-a-half hours to a Residential Care Facility only to have him fail the drug test upon arrival. So, after hours of conversations with police, staff nurse, attorneys and me, she finally drove him to yet another facility, another hour away, which required an impromptu overnight hotel stay. She talked the second place into accepting him, and they immediately took away his cell phone, cigarettes and headphones, swept him into the back through the large double doors and ushered my sister out with no explanations – not knowing what to expect, how long he would stay, who we could contact to get information, etc…She snapped this selfie to show me the brutal exhaustion and grief she was feeling for her nephew (my son), whom she has loved and watched growing up. She said she was glad she was the one making this (turned out to be an epic) journey with him because as a mother, she knew it would have been way too hard on me.
Her sister says:
“The day before was an unexpected blizzard of stress. I don’t know if I applied any makeup after having no sleep. (I usually wear makeup.) I had very close to zero sleep the night before, he fussed angrily about having to give up his cell phone and cigarettes and earphones I had just bought (we had no warning and little explanation for the whole process). I was relieved, tired to the bone, and sad that it has to be like this. If only there were a better system.”
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