I started smoking when I was 13 years old, and became a pack a day smoker about two years after that. Some years I smoked two or three packs a day for stretches at a time. I always used the excuse that I needed to smoke. I was an anorexic in recovery. I am an artist. All artists smoke, come on. I lived high stress due to my constant relocations because of my husbands career. The excuses were many, but they all lost validity one year ago today when I received the dreadful news that someone I love very much and who smoked about the same amount as I did over the same number of years, has stage 4 cancer. She is fighting the good fight and here I am today, holding up my finger in victory. One year and counting, my friends. Keep up the good fight, dont stray from your opportunity to live, to really live, and that means to take it a day at a time, and to love much, and to love much, you need to start with yourself: SMOKE FREE. You can do this! SOMEONE GIVE ME A GOLD TURKEY!
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 16:24:58 +0000
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