Only 20% of the world has access to morphine.
The same poppies that produce morphine produce heroin.
Sunday Morning showed us a small part of Uganda where the bit of morphine available is given mostly by mouth. Seeing the drama play out was more than I wanted to watch, but it was the least I could do. I watched and was appalled. I watched and was lifted up by the loving generosity of those who are devoting themselves to caring for those sick with cancer, burns, AIDS, broken bones and lives broken even before birth.
I have never been given morphine and cannot imagine the pain that requires it. Acute pain is one thing; chronic pain is inescapable until death steps in. Deliberate death has diminished with the arrival of pain relief.
Think about the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. Are you there yet? Okay! Now imagine having that same pain until you fall unconscious only to awaken to the same painful intensity.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so . . .
I leave you with this (click the picture for the website reference):