I have posted that this past mothers day was my "r"as relapse and I had to give him mouth to mouth to get him to breathe again, but that wasn't my scariest to even my astonishment, my scariest was when he started doing heroin and I had no clue of addiction, he had just turned 17 full life in front of him and I thought he was dying in a week. slowly, very slowly I learned and read and learned ect ect ect and knowledge truly is power, I'm not affraid like I was I know that he still might die of an overdose. theres not too much I can do I am a very supporting mother well his whole family is too but I do all and I mean all that I can for him without killing myself ( oh such a long story) but the scariest was when he started not now I think I am much calmer than I ever was oh by the way hes 22 I don't want you to think hes 50 and that I'm a martyr dealing for 30 years or something (my stupid humor)