Hi I've been coming here and reading a lot this week its been a big
help to me. I just read some of the reasons others have quit and I'd like to tell my
stories. My name is Scott I started smoking when I was 12 maybe 13, my Mom knew she had
caught me dipping snuff and told me she wouldn't have that. I told her she smoked so
what's different. She told me she'd rather me have a clean bad habit than a dirty one.
Funny to think of that know 1 year to the day that she died of cancer,not lung but cancer
of the Uterus. I guess the smoking helped. My mom is the second person I've lost to this
killer that I was opening the door for every few minutes ( I smoked a pack to two packs a
day). I lost my mother in law in 1996 to brain cancer that started in her lungs. Both of
these women meant the world to me and I watch them die because they thought it would never
happen to them. But still never quit myself. I guess what triggered me was my friend
Harley. Harley is 4 years old and a good friends son. He follows me everywhere and does
everything I do. He even calls me late at night when he feels bad and Mom and Dad just
won't do. I couldn't love this child more if he were my very own. Well one evening while
we were cooking out Harley walks up with one of my cigarette butts in his mouth and say's
"Look Scott I'm just like you". I told Harley he'd never see me smoke another
cigarette. I went to the Dr and got a script for wellbutrin (generic Zyban) and set a quit
date. I quit for about 3 months. Last week Harley was playing outside and he got into my
truck where he found my smokes. He came in the house and ask me if they were mine. I told
him they were. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me he didn't want me to be
sick like my Mom was. I threw them out that day 2/10/00 and have not nor will I smoke
another. I started the pills 3 days after I quit the help some but I think drinking lots
of juice helps the most and knowing that my little friend and I will have a lot more days
to spend together helps most of all. I'd like to thank everyone who wrote about they're
experience with smoking, my friend Harley and of course the Good Lord for helping me
through this and giving me so much comfort and support.
What was the last straw. The last straw for me was about 4
days ago. I felt like death itself. I have smoked for 12 years and attempted to give up
once before. I think myself it was my father that made me stop, he has had 4 heart attacks
and had a box fitted in his heart. Last week he and my sister went for a check up has she
might have the same thing, has they say it may be genetic. He told me that me and my
brothers had to go for a check as well because we might have this problem also. I was
shocked because I knew this was coming but just put it out of my mind. I decided then to
stop smoking and have not smoked for 4 days. It has been hard but I am determined this
time. I am a regular drinker as well and in the last year seen my body deteriorate. I was
out of breath all the time and woke every morning with headaches and a mouth like a
ashtray. I refuse to feel like that anymore and choose to stop drinking and smoking and
get healthy. I do meditate and relaxing techniques which has helped me greatly. I think if
you have a positive mind you can achieve anything. I hope my letter helps.
Great Site! Support is important, and this site lets you
know we're not alone. I'm on day 3 as a non-smoker. Many of you said it was the hardest
day - oh well. One craving at a time.
The straw for me was several - like many of you. I was a
closet smoker. My wife, co-workers, friends, and kids didn't know I smoked. I didn't have
those usual triggers - on the phone, or places at home where I lit up - I only smoked
while driving or outside when everyone was gone. I still managed to get a pack a day in
though. My light - my realization that I was re-arranging my life so that I could be where
I could smoke blew me away. I was not doing things with my family, because I wasn't able
to get my cigs in if I went to a movie with them. If I didn't go, I had 2, maybe 3 hours
to smoke! I realized how pitiful this was when I confided in a friend - support is
crucial. I used to wonder if I smelled of smoke when I went places - I used mints by the
pound and Handi-Wipes to try to hide my smoking. I was so embarrassed by it - I never
smoked when anyone could see me. No when I go somewhere, I'm able to hold my head higher,
not imprisoned by the shame and guilt of being a smoker. Proud of the commitment to my
kids - maybe they'll have a dad who goes places with them. And to my true friend, my
confidant: You don't know how much you help. I owe you - thanks.
I've set my goal as next weekend to quit. I have been
watching my father slowly die for the past 3 years. He's in a personal care home on
3 liters of oxygen, breathing treatments every 4 hours, a host of meds to prevent
constipation, depression, anxiety, wearing depends, bound to a wheelchair, can barely feed
himself and is presently in the hospital for the 12th time since Jan. 1999 this time with
pneumonia. He can feed himself but drops a lot of food and his talking is
limited. I don't want to be like that for my daughter and grandchildren.
Last weekend, my wife and I managed to smoke our way
through 200 cigarettes in three days. I made all sorts of excuses to myself - we were
seeing relatives and friends, we went to a party, our children weren't around. We couldn't
believe we had smoked that much, and when we got home I searched underneath the car seats
to see if any of the packets had fallen out of our shopping and were lying there,
unopened. No. We had smoked the lot.
That evening, we only had 4 cigarettes in a packet, so I
went out at midnight, by car, to an all night garage to buy more. It was then that I
realized how stupid it had all become.
Last week, in a whirlwind of activity, we sold our house
and had an offer accepted on our next dream home. So I started to get things ready to pack
for the move. I took down a picture from the sitting room wall, and had to hang it
straight back up to hide what I had seen. My wallpaper was only 2 years old, and was
white. Surrounding it was this yellow and brown stain that used to be white. If tobacco
can do that to my wallpaper, I dread to think what my lungs look like.
I gave up smoking at 7.17am, Tuesday 2nd May, 2000
(Yesterday morning). I'm half-through day 2, on cold turkey. No patches, no substitutes.
Feeling OK so far, but its going to be tough.
I've been a smoker for almost 15 years, and have tried to
quit many times, all of which ended with me scrambling to the store to buy a pack of
cigarettes. "One more pack and then I'll quit". I would tell myself that every
time. I've had many health problems that have been worsened by smoking like bronchitis and
pneumonia. Laryngitis is my latest one. I was without my voice for almost six weeks! I had
a sore throat but kept puffing away because I'm so addicted. The reasons why I want to
quit? -there are way too many to list, but range from wanting to have kids to not wanting
to wake up in the morning with a pasty, crusty mouth, yuck! If you smoke, you know what
I'm talking about. So it isn't so much as the straw that broke the camel's back, but
rather straws. Besides the ongoing laryngitis, I was tired of everything associated with
smoking. I have actually avoided going outside to get the mail because I'd be out of
breath due to smoking. Here's a sad one - sometimes the noise from my own wheezing keeps
me up at night, I can hear the insides of my lungs and throat whistling and wheezing, and
not always be able to clear it by coughing. Smoking is just not worth all that. I've
now been smoke free for one and a half days, using the patch. And yes, I'm having
withdrawals, getting edgy, wanting to cry at times or snap at people, but check this out:
After just one and a half days I can:
-clear my throat
-take a full deep breath
-smell and taste things better
-laugh without coughing so much - I hate coughing every
time I laugh!
My wife and I each smoked approximately a pack and a half a
day, or a carton a week. I would get paid every other Friday, so on payday, along with the
bi-weekly grocery shopping, we would buy 4 cartons of cigarettes to last until next
I got a new job in Nov. 1998. I went out and bought me a
new pair of dress shoes for my new job. By the fall of 1999 my new shoes were looking a
bit worn, but "I couldn't afford new ones". But I went out and spent $93 on four
cartons of cigarettes to last me two weeks . . .
That was the last straw for me. I got tired of paying off
Big Tobacco's lawsuits. I quit cold-turkey on 9/9/99, after having smoked a pack and a
half for right at 20 years. Every time I had a nicotine fit or felt ill (yes, quitting
made me physically ill quite frequently for the first three or four weeks), I just focused
on who I was angry at . . . Big Tobacco. Every nicotine fit was their fault, not mine.
Every weak stomach, every time I awoke in the middle of the night, everything quitting did
to me was their fault, not mine. And I kept focused on why I was quitting; there was no
"cheating". If I want a cigarette, I'll go get one . . . then find $50 to get
enough to last me 'til next payday. Eventually the nicotine fits, the jitters, the weak
stomachs, etc., DO go away.
I have been smoke-free for over four months, and now I
don't even worry about it. My wife still smokes (she was wonderful for my first couple of
months or so, not smoking around me, etc.), and I don't nag her. She'll quit when she's
ready. Oh, and now I put $10 in my pocket every Friday just for me -- half of what smoking
was costing me. The first thing I bought with my "quit smoking" money was a new
pair of dress shoes!
The millennium seemed like a real good time to take the
step. Am on smoke free day 5 feeling tearful, crabby, lethargic and generally miserable.
My husband is also giving up so we will probably kill each other this week!
My last straw was on New Years Day - I was over at a
friends house and we were both smoking and suddenly I couldn't breath (I have asthma). By
the time the paramedics got there I had stopped breathing and my heart had stopped
beating. When I woke up I was already at the hospital. The Doctor has informed me that
they had basically given up but had given me one last "jump start" w/ the
paddles only because my friend had snuck in and begged them "just one last time"
- I'm fine now, but I'm still a little scared about coming that close (I'm only 35 yrs.
old and not ready for that).
Hi my name is Dan and I've smoked for ten years. I'm 24 and
I quit smoking cigarettes five weeks ago. A few times I've slipped up and I've had a cigar
instead but now I don't want to do that any more either 'cause it just doesn't feel right.
I was told last year that I had developed an asthmatic
cough but I just tried to carry on smoking anyway. I weighed 7 and 1/2 stone cause all I
ever did was smoke and eating didn't seem to important.
The last straw for me happened 7 weeks ago. The asthma in
my throat started to tear at me, it was scratching the throat off me. I just coughed and
coughed. I couldn't stop coughing day and night. An inhaler I had just didn't have any
effect on it. This went on for two weeks and I was still smoking!! Finally a doctor had to
be called to visit me and I was put on steroids and an assortment of pills. This is what I
was like at 24. What about when I'm 34? 44? My girlfriend quit with me and that has really
helped. I really miss smoking but I love life and after all there's always coffee!!
QuitSmokingSupport helped me through one of the worst
nights I had.
What finally did it for me?
Someone at work had tried quitting recently and after 12
days, relapsed. Which is ok. I, still smoking at the time, gave her a smile
and let her know that at least she was 12 days stronger than she was before.
My Turn. All the advice that I gave her, all the smiles and words of encouragement
suddenly looked me in the eye with roaring laughter and flew out the window with a
And I had a thought. Driving in my car,
contemplating on wheather I should quit or not, I thought about the countless number of
people I knew that litterally did not smoke in their own home, but rain, sun, or heavy
snow storm, would go outside to smoke. I just recently bought my first home with my
husband, and remember telling him how we were not going to smoke indoors because I didn't
want the smoke to get into everything we own and destroy it as it's destroyed and
discolored our current place. And that's when it hit me. I could not believe
that I had more respect for the objects I owned, than I had for myself and everyone else
around me. I seemed to care more for wheather or not the walls were going to go
yellow and about the thick brown film that would surrond my
computer and tv screens than I did about my own life. Aint that funny?
And so, I now know....that unless I am alive to enjoy these things....they have no value
at all. So there will be no going outside to smoke, because there is no more reason
to do it. It took the major expense of buying a home to realize this. Funny how when
it come to money and work, we look at things a litte differently
from J. Norman...
After a total nine years of smoking, I have
been off them for nearly three weeks. No, it's not long & I'm still having hideous
cravings but the health benefits are already happening. I'm sleeping better, feeling more
serene & have regained my schoolgirl complexion. My skin gets pinker & softer with
each day of not smoking. I am also finding that I'm making better health decisions all
round. When you're smoking, it's all maintenance. Any fruit you eat or vitamins you take
may just help replace the nutrients lost by smoking. I'm not using any nicotine
supplements. I stopped 'cold turkey' after a massive night out. Worse of all were day 4
& 5. I was full of rage (!) and bitterness (!) & was quite hard on my husband. But
it passes & things get better & better. I had a pang last night at a restaurant
when this girl
lit up next to me and I smelt fresh smoke wafting toward me. Then I clocked her complexion
(sallow, little pucker lines around her mouth & her fine lines looked as though they
were outlined in gray felt tip pen) and smelt her ashtray...ughhh.
My very good friend, Anne was in a car-accident a few
months ago. She hit her head really bad and fell into a coma. For a while it was uncertain
if she was ever going to wake up and the doctor kept reminding us what she could be like
if she acctually did wake up. Our heads are delicate things and lots of thinks can go
wrong. Foor almost two weeks she was unreachable and I have never been so scared in my
Luckily, she came around and she is almost the same old
Anne as before the accident but when I first visited her when she was out of the coma she
cried and said:
Helen, I have lost my sence of smell... I can not ever
again smell freshly baked bread, an autum forest, the ocean or even my new perfume!
This made me realise that I cant either! Smoking my pack a
day I had also lost my sence of smell but the major difference was that I did i to myself
deliberatly while Anne didnt have a choise.
I am now a non smoker and I love taking a walk in the
morning. First I head to the bakery. Oh, that wonderfull smell! I buy some bread and head
home to Anne for breakfast.
Anne is doing allright and the "only" thing she
lost in the accident was the sence of smell. She cant smell the bread I bring but she
loves the taste!
I am 44 years old: in the last 3 years I have watched the
generation ahead of me die from smoking related illnesses: My mother, father,
father-in-law not to mention aunts and uncles. Most of the non smoking ones are still
alive and doing fine (that wasn't many).
Then we made a trip to Dallas and spent a week with our
smoking friends, a group of them. They are now in their 50's and I spent the week
listening to them cough and hack--when they would laugh they would break into a cough,
their faces seemed to be a red color and they all (except one) looked of bad health.
After that I became a neurotic mess, because I was a
smoker: smoking became a burden not a pleasure. I was noticing I was developng the dreaded
smokers cough--wheezing at night. The great, climb up some stairs and couldn't breathe was
happening. All of the symptoms of a smoker was starting to happen to me.
Then I found this bb, started reading the success stories,
the failures, and the pleas from people that had to quit or had quit--then one day I
thought if all these people can do it so can I--then with their support, I did it. I don't
think it was one single event but a process that lead to my quit.
For me, it was when I went to the dentist last week. I had
been trying for about a month to quit, and not getting any farther than a few days. But
when I was in the dentists chair, he was examining me to make sure I hadn't developed
cancer in my mouth. That kinda shocked me. Sure I've always known about cancer and
smoking. But no one has ever done a cancer check on me. It scared the hell out of me. It's
been a very tough 5 days now. But I'm not looking back. My worst day was day 3. It is now
day 5. Day 4 was ok. Today is a little easier. That's what happens. It gets easier. Just
hang in there the first few days and the rest is down hill. Good luck....
I had just failed yet again using TWO patches when I heard
that the actor JT Walsh had died of a heart attack at 54 (his age, not the disco). I did
not (and still don't) know if smoking was a factor. But being a few months short of 49,
and smoking 2+ packs a day, it slapped me in the face. It was the "straw" that a
few months earlier Brian Wilson's death from lung cancer at 50-something was not. I put 2
patches back on and I've been smokefree since...6 months in a week from now.
Its the best thing you can ever do for yourself short of
never having lit up the first one. Go for it.
I have quit for two reasons:
1. I have done it before! Going through withdrawal twice is
stupid. If you do it once, use the pain of withdrawal as a weapon against your addiction!
2. I recently had a medical fright that could turn out be
bladder cancer - and I'm in my mid-twenties! See what the treatment is for bladder can at
http://www.medicinenet.com/ and how smoking can double the risk and it might just convince
DO IT NOW!
Hi Sarah: Just for your info I have quit 5 months as of
today. My reasons for quitting were very simple. IT WAS TO GET EVERY BODY OFF MY BACK
ABOUT QUITTING. Now that I have that off my chest let me explain something. Smoking isn't
my only addiction, and when I quit smoking people told me that I had to do it for myself.
Well that comes, the important thing is that you quit. Even if you don't do it for
yourself now you will not smokelater for yourself. If you do decide there are people on
this BB who will help you. They did me. It ain't easy and it ain't fun but they say it is
worth it. Good Luck
For me, quitting had been on my mind for a while too, but
it was never the "right time."
Finally, I was in the middle of an argument with my
daughter about how she treated her sister and she said she'd stop if I'd stop. I started
to argue with her but realized what I was about to say was total bullshit, agreed in the
heat of the moment, and followed through!
To me, getting it checked off the "to-do" list
was another big benefit - if you know it needs to be done someday, after a while it
becomes a big "rock" and it's pretty nice once it's gone!
wow what a good question to ask. I enjoyed reading other's
answer and see we all have different reasons but have all the same goal. I quit cause I
had two bronchitis in a row, one that lasted one month. I was not able to climb stairs and
was already gaining weight, so could not say as an excuse I was afraid to gain weight.
I decided I would take a week off to quit. However I was always postponing my quit
date,saying there was to much work to take a vacation. I even wanted to postpone it 3
months later, on my next week off. My boyfriend made me realize I've been postponing for 3
years and I had to stop doing it. So I bought my last pack, found this site and smoked it
while chatting in here.
Well, this is a terrific topic, loved reading everyone's
determining factor in quiting. Mine was many things but really it was smoking in front of
my teen-age kids. They are so impressionable & I feel so many of the personalities
they like smoke, Leo and Winnona and I can't think of them all but they smoke in movie s
in pictures of them in magazines etc. I felt like I was giving my seal of approval by
smoking too. I loved cigaretts and it has been a struggle with my weight too, but i read
somewhere you would have to gain something like 175 lbs. to even begin to do the damage to
your heart cigs do(while you are skinny i might add ha ha) So, I am trying my damndest to
stay off cigs. tonight was tough for me so this was a great topic! Hope you can start your
own quit soon. This board helps tremndously!!! Here's hoping!
Hi Sarah!! WOW!! I just read all of the posts...to this
point. I have to agree with Suzan...If there were a question of the week..that's
it....VERY Interesting Reading. I think turning 47...did it for me, My father only made it
to 45(lung cancer).I should have never started. I wasn't really planning on quitting and I
loved smoking. It just happened...probably because my doctor got on my case and he gave me
a prescription for Wellbutrin.I just got it filled,followed the instructions and I'm QUIT.
What an interesting question and how interesting to read
other people's answers. I hear reflections of some of my own feelings in most of them.
I think I would have quit long ago if I'd thought that I
could. I became convinced that I couldn't. Also felt that I needed to. I was approaching
my 47th birthday - I think this had been festering in my mind seriously for at least 5
years - or since around 40. I always thought I'd quit younger. But just couldn't seem to,
so I'd stopped trying and even tried to not think about it, tried to convince myself
that eating well and exercise could compensate.
Then, 2 people I know who were "real smokers"
quit using the patch. First one, then another. And a new hope was born in me, - that maybe
now that there was an alternative to the only method I'd ever tried- cold turkey, maybe I
could. Still, it took time. To go to the doctor. To get the prescription. To build
up the belief that I would and could. And like Trish said, a feeling that time was running
out, like Michael said, a feeling that NOW is the time - sort of like knowing there was no
real choice and it wouldn't ever get easier - and finally finding the thought of never
quitting worse than the thought of quitting. All that combined to what I would call
"making the patch work". It had reached the point where something HAD TO WORK.
The "fear" of quiting. I was so sick and tired of
worry about the "fear". I decided it was time to face it. It was just the
"fear" of doing it and going thru the craving and withdrawal. The
"fear" is gone, along with cravings.
In 94 my youngest brother was having trouble with
drugs: difficult to tell someone to end their addiction while doing nothing about your
own, so that quit was for our mutual understanding (restarted over boredom on my hour
Last year my mom who has emphysema had a heart attack and
bypass, but changed her lifestyle not at all (smokin, drinkin, eatin
bad, and not exercisin). Last month, still not entirely recovered, she suffered
another heart attack. Stepped up to show her I was with her on her quit, that it could be
done, and for my own physical & mental health.
She has buried two of her closest friends to emphysema,
eventually I will bury her to it. How do you spell addiction? Studies show almost all
smokers love cigarettes -- they also show that almost all hate being addicted to them.
Admitting that is my fight.
Mine was the financial thing. I know most people will
probably say health, but I hate spending money on something that is doing it's best to try
to kill me. And the fact that the price kept going up and I was dependant on this
junk....well that was it for me.
I hope you find your straw soon. Good luck.
For me it was many factors and variables!
Being 38 years old in intensive care paralyzed, coming out
of a coma and realizing that I narrowly escaped death due to smoking!!! It was killing me,
worst of all it was killing my boys!
I didn't have that right and it was very selfish! What was
worse is that both boys were smoking as well. I was so self absorbed into making sure my
smokes were all accounted for that in the mean time the NICO DEMON was gaining power and
control over the well being of my children.
That my dear is why I can openly say that I hate the hold
that those rotten, evil, wicked, ugly, vendictive, destructive, negative, stupid gosh darn
for saken stupid white things with brown tips that we call a friend has in our lives.
You don't need this kind of friend in your life....this
friend never knows when to leave and this friend will stick around for as long as you let
it!!!!! HE WILL MOVE IN AND DESTROY...and that pain is a lot more intense than the pain of
the QUIT TO FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!
All these names you see posted here are your friends just
waiting for you!!!! SO OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH NEW!!!!!!!
OUR FRIENDSHIP IS NOT EVIL AND DESTRUCTIVE "UN LIKE
THE SILENT POWER OF YOUR OLD FRIEND" DUMP THE OLD FRIEND and come and HANG OUT WITH
YOU CAN DO THIS ........
I had talked about quitting forever! I was tired of always
having a cold.. the cough.. not being able to breathe.. but what really got me was that on
my birthday this past summer I realized that at 28 years young.. I had been smoking for 12
years! I just felt that I had been smoking for too long for someone so young.
when I was in 8 th grade, my dad had a heart attack...he
was only 48 years old. He lived and is now 82 and is in good health, walks everyday and
watches what he eats. I don't know why I started to smoke, stress probably, but I always
meant to quit before I had a heart attack, and then all of a sudden I was coming up on my
48 bithday and I was panicked that I had waited too long. I quit because I realized that I
had never meant to smoke that long anyway, and all of a sudden I really feared for my
life. It was fear of having a massive heart attack that made me quit, and just the fact
that if you quit for 24 hours, the chance of a heart attack really deminishes, that got me
thru the first day, and then the second day I didn't smoke because I wanted to keep the
risk low, and so on and so on. I am so excited to get to two years...then the risk is
almost normal...and that is why I exercise also, to help my heart. Good luck, if you are
thinking about it, it is getting close to your time to quit. You have to do it for
yourself, and it is worth every pain and craziness you go thru.
Another reason I quit smoking was I looked at my parents,
they are both in their 80's and good health, looked at my grandmothers, they lived to be
in their 90's, no cancer on either side of the family, and I thought I have such good
gene's what am I doing to myself...and I thought that if I ever had grandchildren, (and
that is a big if) I would never have the energy to enjoy them, to have them stay overnite
with us, and just show them the places I would like to show them. There just comes a time
in your life, call it mid life crisis maybe, when you realize you are not going to live
forever, but all of a sudden you WANT to...you want to do everything you always wanted and
soon, you want to start living like you used to dream about when you were
younger....travel, having energy to enjoy just the little things... and you just wake up
to the fact that smoking is robbing you of so much of what you want to do...it snatches
away dreams...and I decided not any more.
I found a car on the internet I wanted to buy. The car was
about 200 miles away. I hitched a ride with a route drivers. I thought that I smoked a
lot, this guy had two for each one I had. I thought the guy was in his mid to late sixtys
his skin was severely wrinkled, eyes were dull and yellow, he coughed constantly. He told
me he was 53 years old. Right there I decided that I didn't want to end up like him.
Believe it or not, for me it was one day at the pharmacy
picking up meds, I happened to glance up behind the counter and saw Nicotrol patches on
sale. At that moment it came to me that it was MY TIME. There are different schools of
thought on quitting. Some say to keep on trying til you get it right. Others like me
believe in only the smoker knowing when he/she is ready.
Read this board, Blair's page, and whatever other info you
can gather. Before you know it, you'll be proud to be an ex-smoker!!! :-))
I am 34, married with two kids. I 've tried to quit many
times but fail after a few days (the longest time was two weeks). I don't smoke around the
kids, not in the car and not even in the
house. However, I always have to make excuses to go outside for a cig. I try to sneak out
but my oldest daughter, who is 3 today, always tries to follow me wherever I go. One day,
I was seating, smoking and reading. I looked up and I saw my daughter imitating my every
action. I lifted the cig up to my mouth, she lifted her fingers up to her mouth. I took a
deep drag, she took a deep drag. I flicked the ash, she did the same. I was so ..ashamed.
The last thing I want to see is my daughters growing up to be smokers.
I've been a smoker since I was 20. I started late. I took
it up when I started playing in a rock band. When quitting became fashionable I imagined
I'd give it away when I was 35. But I've turned 46. 45 was my last cut off date and I'd
missed that. I was feeling sorry for myself the last year, busted-up with the girlfriend,
and on a sort of self-destruct. Although I said I'd give up at 45, it didn't matter any
more. What did I have to live for? The crunch came for me in the last month when I got
this nasty flu. Although I was so snuffed up and hated the irritation I still couldn't get
by without my morning cigarette. And once I'd had one, oh well, have more. Finally I
realised the breathlessness I experienced with this heavy flu was perhaps what emphesema
might be like. That was it. To get through the next morning and the next night without a
cigarette. I did. It's only been a week. The flu is mending. I mean to hold my resolve to
remain a non-smoker. It's cracking that start point. Cold turkey I've read is the toughest
but most effective way to quit. It is.
I`m 35 years old and have been smoking for the past 20
years at the rate of one and half pack a day. I had tried quiting several times in the
past but lasted a couple of days each time. But this time I am quiting for good. I have
been smoke free for two weeks and I feel just great. What made me quit is my uncle`s
recent death. He died of pancreatic cancer. He smoked 2 packs a day. Smoking might not be
the reason for his cancer but it has been proven that smoking can cause that type of
cancer. He was only 59. My father (my uncle`s brother) passed away at age 49 of brain
cancer. He was also a heavy smoker. Another reason for my quiting is when I saw what
smoker`s lungs look like. It`s incredible!! The lungs are black in color because of the
smoking!!!!!! What helped me was making a list of reasons why I should stop smoking and I
carried the list with me at all times showing it to others. Here it is: Health, cancer,
dying, my father, my uncle, wasting lots of money, stinking, clothes that stinks, house
that stinks, car that stinks, breath that stinks, coughing, dependance, live to smoke,
smoke when happy, smoke when sad. Another way of helping myself was to put the amount of
money for cigarettes in a jar everyday and watch it grow. In the first week I saved $70.00
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn`t that something????
Those were all the reasons that made me quit that filthy
habit. Put your mind into it everyday. Take it one day at a time. You must be ready to let
it go. It will work. Keep faith. Thank you and good luck to all.
I got sick of waiting to quit.But mostly I realized that I
was an addict who consistently suffered when my social smoking friends smoked all of my
cigs the night before leaving me dirty and desperate to replenish, and then turn around
with a look of disgust when Ilit up.The fear of believing that I would'nt be able to give
up during pregnancy.(I could persuade myself under ANY circumstances to smoke). The
inability to give my partner an honest answer as to when I would give up. The sickening
excuses I made to myself and everyone around me to continue smoking. The fact that I was
thirty and was not looking forward to how I would look or feel in 5yrs.Making excuses that
I did'nt care how I would look and feel in 5yrs.At least I could smoke. I just got sick of
I was one of those smokers who LOVED everything about
smoking...I liked the taste, I liked the effect, I liked that it allowed me to nip outside
for a break every once in a while while I was at work, I liked that it helped control my
weight -- truly, I was an ardent fan.
Just over a year ago, however, my father was diagnosed with
lung cancer. He had quit smoking fifteen years earlier, but he had smoked for about
45 years prior to that. My father had looked after my very ill mother until her
death the previous year -- he looked forward to living the rest of his life, to travelling
the world, to visiting with his friends and family. I spent the next few
months watching my father slowly and painfully waste away, I watched him endure radiation
treatments, I sat with him as the doctor told him that there was nothing more they could
do. My brothers and I buried him only five months after his diagnosis.
So, now I DON'T love smoking anymore -- I smoked for 20
years and have only recently quit, but I will always remember my father's face when they
told him he had lung cancer and his life disappeared right before his eyes. He was
robbed, his children and grandchildren were robbed, and it was cigarettes and smoking that
did the robbing.
Think about it -- we don't need to make the tobacco
companies any wealthier -- all they've done for us is take away people we love. I
quit...you CAN quit. Don't wait for a lesson this harsh to prove to you that you
I quit smoking six days ago... god, it feels great to type
those words. I have smoked eight years, and this is not my first attempt. In
September '97 I quit for 2 months and learned one very important lesson - after you quit,
you CANNOT have "just one, for old times sake". That one cigarette will
lead to another and another and another. Within 2 days I was back up to a pack a
day, despite how wonderful I had felt as a non-smoker.
Ever since I returned to smoking, I felt guilty and disappointed about my failed
attempt. As a 23 year old smoker, I was inactive, unmotivated, coughing,
phlegmy. I had a constant bad taste in my mouth and a horrid smell on my fingers,
hair, clothes.... I kept saying, "I'll quit again", but kept putting it
Then on New Year's Eve '99 I caught the flu. My throat was raw and sore, I had a
severe cough and my head ached. I decided that I just couldn't smoke when I felt
this way. This was unusual for me because in the past, I'd simply numb my throat
with cough drops before smoking. New Years day passed and I hadn't had a smoke all
day, and that was it. I said to myself - "No more." My cold has gone
away faster than any cold I've ever had. I'm drinking water constantly and I feel
okay. I've just gone through a tough day and a half of irritablility and constantly
feeling ready to cry, but today seems better. This time I'm going to do it and not
fall back into the old habit. This time I won't be tempted to have "Just one
drag" or "Just one cigarette". I am a nonsmoker now and will be for
the rest of
my now-longer life.
I have a few suggestions for others ready to make the same move:
* If you have not done so already, stop smoking
inside your apartment or house a few months before. This is where you spend a lot of
time, so not only do you break a pattern, but when you finally quit, your home becomes a
safe space of sorts where you've become used to not smoking.
* I found it best not to tell my smoking friends that
I've quit. I have told my non-smoking friends one-at-a-time and asked them to keep
it secret for now. Why haven't I told them? I used to be a smoker and remember how I
felt and things I said when someone else quit. Misery loves company! I still go out
with them, and so far no-one has even noticed, or just aren't saying anything if they
So my final motivating factor was getting sick, but really I think it was just the right
time. I'd had enough. I no longer wanted to smoke. And this time, I'm
going to make it last.
Thanks for letting me share. Good luck to all those who are trying to quit and
congratulations and further good luck to all those who have.
When my wife and I heard that her father had died we were
depressed, of course. After the funeral we had to go through all of his
stuff. My wife's father had died from lung failure. And here was a box of
nicotine patches, over the counter kind. And only one was missing. I took
those patches home and I sat them on my desk. I looked at them for a week. I
decided that the worst thing that could happen was that I would take it off and start
puffing again. Six months later I have never taken that puff. This was like my
41 st attempt at quitting, and the patches really helped. But what helped more as I
weaned myself from those patches was how he died. Lying on a floor, all the blood
rushed to his face, gasping for a breath that his black lungs could not take, and dying