Four months have gone and passed and I have not resolved that my daughter is gone. I miss her so much that I ache, I want to scream and just lash out at something. The what ifs are stilling hanging around me, the guilt for not doing things differently or not recognizing what was going on enough to do something about it. My daughter died of something that was totally preventable and I didn't recognize it, as a healthcare professional I should have seen what was going on in my own daughter. I had confronted her in May before she died of suspicions that I had about her use of prescribed narcotics, she of course was angry that I thought she was a junky. I still am so angry at the physician who freely gave her narcotics, I am ashamed that this man is healthcare professional, we are there to first do no harm...that is part of the oath taken. He has harmed not only my daughter, but many many others. I am angry that the Board of Osteopathic Physicians let this man continue to practice after others had died, had they stopped him earlier my daughter would be alive. To be known as the candy man..that tells you a lot, and he will be free while my daughter and 2 others have died, he created the addiction that lead to her death! My daughter never had issues with drugs or alcohol, she thought she was having her pain treated by a doctor who knew what he was doing. When his license was suspended and her addiction was out of control her "friend" made sure she had methadone along with the fiorcet for migraines to take, what a friend. I want them to share some responsibility in her death, I want them to own it. How do we get past that our children who have died this way, are just another statistic! She was my daughter and I just miss her so much!