For the last five years, I have been taking part in a terrible battle. I have been on the front lines of a war that I did not sign up for. I was drafted against my own will to fight. Or, so I thought.
Five years ago somebody wreaked havoc on the life of my Mother. Somebody who was suppose to take care of her and protect her. This someone was a doctor. She approached this doctor seeking help for serious back pain that was keeping her from doing her job. He was an ally and someone she thought that she could rely on. Unfortunately, he was to be found as a traitor. He continued filling a prescription of Oxycontin at a high dosage, knowing that she had become dependent and addicted to the dangerous opioid. He didn’t care. It was money in his pocket.