My uncle died recently. I lived with him for the past 17 and a half years of my existence. There are a lot of unanswered questions that fuels my families will to know what really happened the day that he perished. Thus, I am here with another question. Please read the following and give me an educated opinion or the location of a better resource website.
My uncle began abusing drugs when I was one, when his father died. Weed, then crack, then crank. It seemed that he couldn't kick a habit without starting another. He started using crank and was addicted for a very long time. Late night tweaking resulted in being on his feet too long which resulted in foot damage. So, he found ways to ease his pain: pain killers. Oxycotten to name one. He would take anything to ease the name. My family and I just thought he was only addicted, until my grandmother took him to the doctor. The x-rays revealed cysts in his feet that hit his nerves and caused great pain with every step. She prescribed him Neurontin for the pain and told him he needed surgery. My uncle, a handyman, had no insurance. My aunt, his sister, was busy at the time trying to get him help through social security to help with surgery. With help from social security, he could have gotten his feet fixed and when to re-hab to finally quit using altogther. We thought it was a perfect plan, but social security does take a long time to respond...
I don't think anyone could understand the pain that my uncle was in on June tenth. His feet ached and so did his heart. It was 17 years after his father's death. He took went into the trailor beside our house with my cousin and shot up Morphine. He shot up enough Morphine to last a person, if worn on the SKIN, two weeks. My uncle's heart stopped. He was taken to the hospital where he remained on life support for a day. The next day we were informed that my uncle was brain dead and there was nothing the doctors could do about it. We held his hand and talked to him because the doctors said the last thing to go was his hearing. That night they turned the machines off and I was robbed of my uncle who was a day shy of 35 years old.
I KNOW my uncle didn't commit suicide, and I need to know why he died. I am so bitter and so sad. There are a lot of people to blame, and I'm sorry, but I can't help but blaming everyone of them. I NEED my uncle's death to be justified, from the person that sold the Morphine to him to the cousin that waited TWENTY minutes until calling for help. I NEED this to be justified.
My question:
My uncle knew how much to take. Is there any way that Neurontin could have clouded his mind that badly that he thought he could handle all that Morphine?
Thank-you.
-Heather


