Recover

Yesterday I took my baby to his first AA meeting.

I realised, after much resistance to going, that I have only done about 3 meetings in five months. That is a looooooong time between drinks. Heh. I just felt so, so low. As my sister would say, the rats were doing the can-can in my head.

I sat in that room, where I first sat 10 years ago, and looked around. 12 guys, none of whom I knew, and me. Another woman came halfway through, which was nice. I remembered all of the people who had been to that meeting over the years ... it used to be my home group for a while. I wondered how they all were, how many were still sober. I marvelled that I am still sober. I sat there before the meeting started, idle chit-chat, how old was the baby, isn't the weather warm now. I planned on giving the MOTHER of all shares, because, you know, my problems are just so important right now.

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Topcat is one of the contributing editor for Alcohol and Drug Addiction. She writes daily at Indisputable Topcat where she is parenting after infertility and navigating her husband's cancer.

Topcat's Story

Topcat is one of the contributing editor for Alcohol and Drug Addiction. She writes daily at Indisputable Topcat where she is parenting after infertility and navigating her husband's cancer.

Topcat started her blog to document her IVF treatment. She got a BFP, so it became a pregnancy blog. Five days before Monkey was born, Mr Topcat got diagnosed with cancer. He was down in the big scary hospital in the oncology ward, while she was up in the different hospital with a newborn, expecting to be widowed any day. Throughout all of this, she has not had a drink or a drug. Which is kinda good, considering she is a recovering alcoholic and heroin addict. She is also kind, vague, has man hands, and thick chin hair that has to be plucked every day.