We are in an epidemic.

ItSA国际影视传媒檚 not Covid. ISA国际影视传媒檓 talking about the opioid crisis and the overdose deaths. It is hitting us hard in the North. Parents and grandparents are worried. In my last article, I began the story about my oldest son, Gage. For years he struggled with heroin addiction. He got hooked after an accident. He was hit by a guy in a Jeep. One of his legs had to be reattached. He went from OxyContin, a prescription pain killer, to killer street drugs. This is part two of GageSA国际影视传媒檚 story.

After his accident, Gage dropped out of university. He was living in downtown Ottawa. He was just minutes from the Parliament buildings. He could get any drug he wanted delivered to his door in 15 minutes. He had three contacts SA国际影视传媒� drug dealers with a ready supply of dope. Gage was a high-functioning user. He held down two jobs and paid his bills. Any extra money went to drugs.

I used a SA国际影视传媒渉arm reductionSA国际影视传媒� approach with Gage. I did not judge him. I encouraged him to be safe, use clean needles, eat good food, and stay connected to our family doctor. Gage and I kept our communication channel open and honest. My son also used methadone, which is a heroin substitute. He got it at a clinic. Methadone is a powerful opioid, but the addict does not get high.

The methadone prevents withdrawal symptoms. It allows an addict to function. It is used in methadone treatment programs. It kept Gage off the streets. He never had to resort to crime. When he wanted to get high, he used street drugs. The methadone program buys time. I did not pressure Gage to quit. He knew I was there for him whenever he wanted to stop using. Gage was a very safe user. I waited. I prayed.

Then something happened that changed everything. The drug scene got very dangerous. I read in the news that overdose deaths were increasing. This new danger was called fentanyl. Fentanyl is 100 times more powerful than heroin. Because it was so cheap to make, it was added to almost every illegal drug on the street. And it was deadly. I wondered if Gage would ever be safe again. I doubted that. My fears grew with every news report of someoneSA国际影视传媒檚 son, daughter, mother, father, brother or sister dying from a drug overdose.

Things got serious

One day in GageSA国际影视传媒檚 apartment he did some drugs with a friend. The friend wasnSA国际影视传媒檛 very safe. He injected himself and then slumped over on the couch. He stopped breathing and passed out. He was turning blue. Fentanyl! Gage couldnSA国际影视传媒檛 wake him. His friend was dying. Gage grabbed his Naloxone kit and saved his friendSA国际影视传媒檚 life. When I heard this story, I wondered if it was time to stop praying and take action.

Things got serious. I told GageSA国际影视传媒檚 mother if our son died from an overdose, I would not attend the funeral. I could not handle it. If the phone rang late at night I wondered, SA国际影视传媒淚s this the call? Would I hear my ex, or a hospital chaplain, or social worker telling me my son was on life-support and I better get to Ottawa because they were going to pull the plug? I had to listen to what my heart was telling me. It was time to act. But what should I do? What could I do?

I was living in Inuvik. I worked as a counsellor. No one is immune from what is happening today. It does not matter: young or old; rich or poor; northerner or southerner; brown, black or white. All families are at risk of losing someone to drugs. Many already have lost loved ones. Here is what happened to Gage.

Summer came and I was due for a vacation. I asked Gage if he wanted to go camping. This was a yearly tradition. Because I was getting more desperate, I thought on this trip I should try to intervene. I will confront Gage. Maybe he will reject me, and I will lose him. But if he dies from an overdose, I will not be able to live with myself. I had to try and reach out to him one last time.

We planned our camping trip. I flew to Ottawa. We loaded up the rental car with our camping gear. I remember it was a beautiful summer day. We hit the road. While driving through the Green Mountains of Vermont I asked Gage this question: SA国际影视传媒淲ith fentanyl now can you really be safe?SA国际影视传媒�

Gage was honest. His answer was, SA国际影视传媒淣o, not really dad.SA国际影视传媒�

Then I asked, SA国际影视传媒淒o you want to quit and come north? You can move in with me, sleep on my couch.SA国际影视传媒� I really thought he would politely decline my offer.

Gage answered, SA国际影视传媒淵eah dad, good idea. ISA国际影视传媒檇 like that.SA国际影视传媒�

I tried not to act too surprised and drive off the road. It sounded like Gage was ready for a change. Actually, he had been thinking about a change for a while. He was getting tired of being stuck in the same old drug rut. He had been an addict for years. Being SA国际影视传媒渃omfortably numbSA国际影视传媒� was no longer very comfortable.

Thanked the Creator

My timing was just right. Gage made no excuses. ThatSA国际影视传媒檚 a good sign. He was being honest. He was not blaming others. He never did. He took personal responsibility for his using. Gage was saying all the right things. I know the positive signs when someone wants to change. Stop the blame game. Let go of the anger. Take an honest look at things. Take responsibility. In my heart, I silently thanked the Creator.

My next question was, SA国际影视传媒淗ow long will it take to get your things together and come north?SA国际影视传媒� Gage replied, SA国际影视传媒淥h, about two months. I got stuff I gotta do first.SA国际影视传媒�

ThatSA国际影视传媒檚 great, I thought! He committed to a time frame. Two months. But I wondered if he would make it through the next two months. My God, what if he overdosed in that time? ISA国际影视传媒檒l have to keep praying. When our camping trip was over, I returned to Inuvik. I waited. Two months turned into four months. Would Gage make it? Would he come north and get straight? Or was I too late?

Part 3 of GageSA国际影视传媒檚 story coming soon.

SA国际影视传媒擠arrell Taylor is a retired mental health professional who has lived in the NWT and Nunavut for 20 years. He is originally from Ontario and is a member of the North Bay/Mattawa Algonquins.