October 21, 2010 is the official quit date. I quit smoking and there is no way in hell I will ever pick up another cigarette.
As many of you may know, my dad died of lung cancer in 06. My mom remarried a year ago today and we found out last week that he has lung cancer. He quit smoking more than 40 yrs ago. But as messed up as it is, I kept smoking. Sure, I wanted to quit but I needed to smoke.
Then on the night of Oct. 21, I was on facebook when my life long friend's husband popped up in a chat window and said, "Hey, I just thought you might want to know that D just found out he has lung cancer."
D is a mutual friend of ours and he quit smoking 8 yrs ago. That is too close. I was rattled. Shaken. Depressed. I handed Savage Husband my pack of cigarettes and tearfully pointed to the chat window. Then I said "Rip 'em up. I'm done."
I am at day 2. I have had some cravings but this time my conviction is greater than any jones can ever be.
I want to live.