logo-image

An Uphill Battle

Lisa Thomas • October 18, 2018

Several months ago, for reasons which have absolutely no bearing on this epistle, ABC elected to cancel the show Rosanne and reinstate it as The Conners , minus one of the main characters.  When a network does that, a couple of things can happen.  Either the character goes on a very long trip or takes a job in another city or engages in some other semi-reasonable behavior that explains why they are no longer present, or the powers that be decide to kill them off.  In this instance, the former title character was sacrificed for the story line.

That’s hardly a new event in the world of television, but what made this one extraordinary was the manner in which she died.  In their fictional world, what was first believed to be a heart attack suffered while she was sleeping turned out to be an opioid overdose, discovered during an autopsy—an overdose brought about by a secret addiction to pain killers.  As her family searched for answers they also began to find pill bottles hidden about the house . . . and the more they searched, the more they found—and the more they found, the more they came to understand how much they truly did not know.

Fans have been all over the place on this one, most making their feelings known via Tweeter.  For the record, I’m not on Tweeter, but the news media has a need to let me know what everyone else has to say.  Some have been mortified that they chose death to explain her character’s absence—and some have praised their acknowledgment of a real-life problem.

Whatever your thoughts on the matter, one thing is certain.  Opioid addiction (as well as other types) and the resulting overdoses and deaths are real problems within our society.  Not long ago, MSN posted a list of 83 celebrities who had “left us” during the year.  Of those 83, 21 died from either suicide or an overdose—or both.  Sadly, suicide is often someone’s answer for their inability to escape an addiction by any other means.  And if it isn’t an accidental overdose or escape by suicide, Death rides in on the violence this lifestyle can bring.

For years we have been a society too often fueled by drugs—both legal and illegal.  The magnitude of this epidemic went unrecognized, or at least not acknowledged, for far too long.  Now, as we try desperately to reverse the trend, we find ourselves fighting an uphill battle, one that we seem to be losing.

This is not a problem limited to “big cities”; our rural communities are just as affected and frankly, those addictions and resulting deaths probably touch more lives when experienced on a smaller scale.  Why?  Because in small towns and rural areas, everyone knows everyone.  The chance that you know someone who is an addict, or know a family that has lost someone to addiction seems to increase as the population decreases.  In metropolitan areas, those deaths can get lost in the crowd.  In the communities we serve we see the heartbreak firsthand, not on the part of the addict, but in the lives of those they leave behind.  Family members and friends who struggled for years to help them beat their addictions walk through our doors defeated, believing they should have done more while knowing full well it was a problem they couldn’t fix.  Their loved one, their friend, may at last be free, but the cost of that freedom was their life.

No matter how you feel about The Conners or the choices that were made in dealing with the departure of a character, they have focused a very bright light on a very harsh reality.  In the course of that dialogue, I hope we remember a few things.  1.  A sudden, unexpected death doesn’t automatically mean a drug overdose, so don’t automatically turn it into one, and 2.  No one is immune.  It doesn’t matter where you come from or who you are or how well off you may or may not be.  In the real world of addiction, anyone is fair game.

 

 

 

 

By Lisa Thomas February 20, 2025
Although every arrangement conference is different, any that involve planning some type of service share a few things in common, such as deciding who will speak, and when and where the service will be held. And at some point in all this planning, the funeral director will ask “Have you thought about music?”
By Lisa Thomas February 13, 2025
It was the spring of 1991 when I was first required to walk through the doors of Henderson Office Supply on Main Street in Henderson, Tennessee. The business was owned by the Casey family—the same Casey family who owned Casey Funeral Home—the same Casey family from whom we had just purchased both.
By Lisa Thomas February 6, 2025
It was December 14, 1799, and George Washington, first president of the United States, lay on his deathbed, the result of male obstinance, a sudden change in the weather, a desire to be prompt which led to dinner in soggy clothes, and medical practices of the day that were useless in the face of whatever illness was attacking his body. Actually, just useless in general.
By Lisa Thomas January 30, 2025
Pia Farrenkopf was a loner, a smart, driven woman of German descent who would be gone for weeks at a time, if not for work, then for the sheer pleasure of exploring the world. Her family grew to expect unanswered phone calls and random postcards from faraway places.
By Lisa Thomas January 23, 2025
Whenever a death occurs there’s always a cleaning out that follows. It may be a house or apartment, a hospital or nursing home room—maybe even just a closet and a drawer—but somewhere the items that represent that person’s life are tucked safely away, waiting for the day when they will pass to the next generation . . . or Goodwill, whichever is deemed appropriate.
By Lisa Thomas January 15, 2025
I find myself sitting in Panera, eating an Apple Chicken Salad and reading “The 7 ½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle”, a Christmas present from my daughter and her family. Only this Panera is located in Vanderbilt Medical Center. Soon I will return to the darkness of Room 7 in the ICU and wait.
By Lisa Thomas January 9, 2025
We were just wrapping up a celebratory family meal (please don’t ask which one; I haven’t the foggiest notion, given the time of year and the prevalence of celebratory meals), when my 15-year-old grandson Wilson stretched his lanky frame in the manner that indicates a satisfaction with the food and a fullness from overindulging, and asked “Mona, (that’s what all the grandchildren call me . . . because my first name is Lisa . . . so, Mona Lisa . . .) “when do I get a copy of the Thomas Cookbook?”
By Lisa Thomas December 27, 2024
As I sit writing this, it is Christmas night—that time when the world grows still and quiet as the celebrations of the day fade into memories.
By Lisa Thomas December 18, 2024
‘Tis the season to be jolly . . . unless it isn’t. Unless it isn’t because Grief has recently come to call and seems quite content to stay, at least for the foreseeable future.
By Lisa Thomas December 12, 2024
I made a pretty big mistake this year. Actually, truth be known, I made a lot of mistakes this year. But this particular one was a doozie.
More Posts
Share by: