Smoking has never been my poison of choice.....obesity is my Satan. Dieting is my cross to bear, and I have carried that cross all my life.....cant put that cross down, cant give up, I will blossom into a 500 lb marvel, so I trudge on, keep trying, falling down, getting up, and getting back on track.....but my mother was a 3-4 pak a day smoker....my father smoked 2-3 paks, as does my brother. My father died in 1988 at 68 years old, from lung cancer.....seemed old to me back then, but now that I am 64, he died WAY too young....he was a brilliant man, had done soooooo much in the field of oil and gas, and could have contributed soooooo much more to this area......the day he was buried, my momma and brother put their cigarettes down, and never smoked again. Now, my mother could make her mind up to do something and NOTHING stopped her, ever. My brother stopped his smoking until momma died, and the day we buried her, he started smoking again. (BTW, momma died of complications from bypass surgery....threw a clot coming off the bypass machine.....but when they did the chest xray prior to surgery, that doctor almost accused us of lying about how much she smoked years ago....he said she had good lungs for a 73 year old woman with asthma.) So now my brother smokes again...until January....for Christmas, I gave him one of the electronic cigarrettes....I cant remember the name of the one I got him...I remember the packaging was black......"Victory", that was it!......and he has done GREAT with it....(trying to send my reply in two posts!!) |