These are the last written words by my dear (and much missed) sister, Mary. Shortly after she passed, I found her writing on her computer. It took a few hours to comprehend the gift I had discovered.
Stopping the heroin use is just one of the many things I had to do in order to start having a decent life. When I first entered this program I thought, “If I can just stop using, everything will be ok. My life will fall back into place and all my problems will be solved”. Of course stopping the drug use had to be the first thing on the agenda or nothing else could happen, but I was not prepared for what happened after that. Not only did my problems not just go away, but also, most of the people in my life didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t using! I wasn’t expecting a parade down
It took quite some time but I did get through all of that. You may wonder what I did to have everyone believe me. I did nothing except normal day-to-day things. When I stopped trying to explain why I was late or why something cost more then I had thought, people stopped looking at me as if I did something wrong. As long as I continued to act in the same manner as when I was using, I was looked at in that light. I always had a reason for everything. Finally, I realized I don’t have to give a reason. Sometimes things just happen. Most people do not have to explain to their family why they only had 2.00 change instead of 5.00 or why they were 15 minutes late after being at the grocery store. People just knew that this happens. Trying to explain the obvious only made me look guiltier.
Ok, so now I’m clean. My family doesn’t lock away their good silver or hide their wallets and purses when I visit. I was surprised to see some of the things my sister had. I never saw them before because she was afraid I would steal it. Now things will finally go ok for me. Thank Goodness. I had enough of the distrust and dirty looks. Now I could reap some of the rewards for staying clean and sober. NOT TRUE. As I said in the very beginning of this, I found life just wasn’t fair.
After many years of substance abuse, I am clean and sober. Then I notice my legs are turning colors. Initially it had the look of someone with dirty feet salted with clean spots. Nothing would clean the area and it was spreading. A trip to the doctor revealed I had Hepatitis C. When I was 19, I had contracted hepatitis B. Now, hepatitis C. reared its ugly head and destroyed my liver. I had no symptoms, no pain, nothing. I was free of the terrible monkey of heroin only to find that I could still die from the drug. One doctor told me that I was going to die from liver cancer. Those words rattled around my brain for the umpteenth time… It’s not fair! So, now I sit and wait to get sicker so I can get a new liver. Even if I do get this liver, there’s still a big chance I may not make it. I have a 30% chance of dying on the table and a 60% chance of dying after the first year. These are not good odds. So, this is why I find myself yelling LIFE ISN’T FAIR.
I came into this program hoping I would stop using drugs. What I found was a lot more then just that. The Nurses showed me friendship and real concern for my welfare. My counselors actually cared about me. I had always thought they were just looking at this as doing their job and that’s all. I was able to trust them and open up and by doing that, I was able to stay clean. I found so much more then my initial goal. It took using everything the program offered in order to do this. It also takes believing in me to continue this journey.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow or next week. I only work on staying clean one day at a time. However today I can make plans for next week or next month. In the past, I couldn’t do that. How could I plan on being somewhere when I didn’t know if I would have my fix? You may wonder when you can really tell that you are making it. For me it was when my boyfriend gave me some jewelry for my birthday. He hadn’t done that in a long time because I would always sell it. Truthfully, though, that was when I knew he trusted me. I knew that I was getting better when I realized that I no longer cared about the results of urine tests and what anyone thought of me. I knew in my heart what I had done or had NOT done and that was the only important thing.
Ok, so sometimes I still feel as if life is unfair. The difference today is I feel life is unfair, but it’s unfair to everyone. I’m not being singled out. This is just the way life is. I can either accept it or not. If I don’t accept it, I’ll use again. If I can accept it, then I’ll stay clean.
The end of all this is today I wake up, look in the mirror and hey, what’s that?? Well looky here, there’s a smile on that person’s face. Now how about that? Who would have thunked it? (big grin)
Mary Beth Maurer
April 5, 1955 ~ Sept. 29, 2001
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