So, my quit turned 10 today.
10 years. A full decade. Smoking and cigarettes are now such a distant memory, I can't even remember what it feels like to have one. What I do remember however is the sense of accomplishment, the money saved, the stink avoided and the self esteem restored - and the overwhelming sense of having ‘taken one’s life back’.
A little more than 2 years ago, I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma (not a type thought to have any connection with smoking).
Yes, the big ‘C’.
To say that the last 2 years have been difficult would be an understatement. To suggest that the road ahead is anything but difficult would be economical with the truth. But here’s the thing – in the face of receiving the diagnosis that no-one ever wants to get, amidst all the countless thoughts that swirl around your mind at a time like that, what’s the one thought that didn’t come within a light year of my blood / brain barrier? Nicotine. Tobacco. Breaking my quit. Not for a nano second. Anyone seeking proof that this healing is deep and permanent, or harboring doubts about the longevity and depth of the recovery, read my words again.
In the face of all the uncertainty surrounding my future, one thing I do know for sure – I am and will remain an ex smoker for the rest of my life. And for that I will forever be grateful to Freedom, to Joel and John and the countless travelers that have graced these boards for so long.
A huge shout out to the Class of 2006, all of whom have the big 10 coming up. Suzie, Wendy, Gump (Shane), Fritz, Denny et al.
And my eternal best wishes to all who are quit. Stay quit. It is quite possibly the best thing that you would ever do for yourself