Life Through The Eyes of Stacy

Just saw a commercial on television about Opioid addiction (addiction to pain medications) and a treatment that is being offered...the link that the ad gives is: http://turntohelp.com/starting_treatment/#find_treatment_resources Their byline is this: "Opioid dependence is a real medical condition. It’s very common, and can happen to anyone. You are not alone." The site goes over the meaning of addiction, the many medications that one can become addicted to and several ways they are offering to help from the doctors office to in patient treatment to everything in between. While I am really glad to see that the health system and doctors are finally seeing that addiction to opioids is a everyday persons issue and that its real, I am frustrated with the doctors who give these pain meds like candy then become judgmental and rip their patients off of it when they have the gull to become addicted. Very few people take medications looking to become addicted. As any...

The home where I grew up and knew for over 30 plus years is going. Its being taken because my father has decided to let it go. Its a bittersweet time now because while I will miss it in so many ways and feel like yet another link to my deceased mother is gone, I also feel like when its not ours to visit any longer we all may feel free of the pain. When we found Mom in the passenger seat of her SUV barely holding onto life that cold day in February in 2008 I recall taking her purse inside and putting it on the table. After all, I thought I would be coming back in the next few hours on Mom's request to get it along with some of her personal items so that her stay at the hospital would be more comfortable. This had happened enough times before--the first time when my Mother was 47 and suffered her first heart attack--so I'd almost come to terms with what the next steps would be after calling an ambulance or bringing her ourself to the E.R. Little did I know as I locked the door...

Kids don't always understand that their bedtime is as important as eating, learning and breathing...for them and for me. I have been a stay-at-home Mom most of their lives except for a few months here and there to work.Just like with most parents I have worried and stressed over them from the minute they were born... I've fretted over everything from their health to their happiness and everything in between.When their hearts get broken mine does too.When they are hungry I give up my food to them.They want to go out with their friends all the time and now in the summertime I either have them under foot or I am begging them to spend time with me.So when night time comes around I just want to sit down, grab a book or write some poetry and actually breathe without any worries of anything.They are in bed so I know that they are about as safe as they can be...But every night since summer started they have wanted to stay up as late as possible.They suddenly want to talk, eat and make...