Oh my, I am so glad to be here. I am on my 7th day of Freedom. While I know that is still a baby-quit, I am so excited and proud to have finally wrapped my mind around the fact that I NEVER WANT TO SMOKE AGAIN!
I have given this addiction too much. I have been a nicotine user for 29 years. I am now 42. I lost my sweet mother to small cell lung cancer earlier this
year. She was 61 years young. I'll always remember that when we visited her for the last time, about 8 days before she died, my mom still held tight to her
cigarette as she gasped and coughed and spit out stuff from her lungs. I remember saying "put the cigarette down mom!" as I was worried she would
burn herself. Her doctor had told her last July 2008, not to bother quitting, it wouldn't change the outcome. For that doctor who told her not to bother
quitting, the outcome didn't change. For me and my children, we are left with a very sad memory of mom at the end, clutching that cigarette as she fought
I realize that MY smoking was just as terroristic to my kids as mom's was for me at the end. My son told me that every time I went back to smoking, he was scared! I hate that I did that to him.