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Hahahaha!Reading that was a good way to start the short work week!
its almost 3 weeks now, craving still there.Three things helped me stop. First the up coming surgery, then the fact that my mates now uses O2 most of the time. But it was the darrn pollen that caused the post nasal drip that made my life misry, plus devloped an allergy to the mates dog, who just happens to worship me. So something needed to go. Wanna know something? if I ever get that message that I'm terminal, carton of marlborro reds, and several quarts of knob creek.
I can't say I blame you. I also can't imagine making that decision of letting go or hanging on with a terminal diagnosis. Geez....
I watched my dad make some tough decisions like that and it killed him. I got over the disappointment and anger but still a little upset that he made the choices he made. It's a long story. Good luck man!
My husband's sister got lung cancer from smoking. For two years she was misdiagnosed and treated for acute bronchitis. When they discovered it was cancer, it was too late. As a last wish I sent her a plane ticket to come and visit us and spend some time with her brother. It was wintertime and we had 8 inches of snow the first night she was there. She was aware that I had a strict rule that there was absolutely no smoking permitted in my house. The first morning she poured herself a cup of coffee and I thought she was coming to join me for some girl talk. Instead I heard the upstairs balcony door open and went to check on her. Yep, sure enough, there she stood out in the snow with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She died about six weeks later.its almost 3 weeks now, craving still there.Three things helped me stop. First the up coming surgery, then the fact that my mates now uses O2 most of the time. But it was the darrn pollen that caused the post nasal drip that made my life misry, plus devloped an allergy to the mates dog, who just happens to worship me. So something needed to go. Wanna know something? if I ever get that message that I'm terminal, carton of marlborro reds, and several quarts of knob creek.
My mom summed it nup for us. During the depression, there were many things she needed and wanted.In her later years with a good pension,she developed alziemers.The drug she was on strictly prohibited any alcohol, and warned against smoking. On one of her cognizant days we talked and she told me" this is going to kill me, why should I die wanting something I can have'?My wife[second one] and I made a pact to quit smoking in the house, for almost a year we followed it.A wet Dec. morning, she put on her jacket, her scarf, and asked if I wanted to join her for a smoke.I finally told her this was silly, she was told she had 6 weeks to live,she had started hospice, and I told her I'd rather we spent our smoking time in doors.
Can't compare to the 61 years, but I smoked for 20 and this is my 2nd month without, and they are right...it does get better. Hang in.![]()
