I want to write advice about quitting smoking.
I read the blog To feel peace again, my journey to freedom. She is where I was just 45 days ago.
I was a person with asthma that smoked. I know what you are thinking, “Why on earth would a person with asthma get near a cigarette???” You would look at me in utter disgust, and I would feel my self-esteem plummet again. I would also light another cigarette.
What you don’t realize, is that the smoking came first, long before the asthma. For most of us, the health issues have to get a lot worse before we consider quitting. The quitting is always in the back of our minds, but so is the pain of quitting.
Like her, the asthma has gotten worse, and it is harder to recover from.
This spring was bad. This spring was round after round of bronchitis, then pneumonia. More antibiotics, more steroids. Medicine that made you well, but made you sick with other things as well.
Let me tell you, heaped on to everything else, on all the other things that motivated me to quit smoking, the one thing that set it all in motion.
I read a blog written by a smoker. A smoker that began blogging after being diagnosed with cancer. First her lungs, then eventually her brain. It was a motivational, heartbreaking read. Deborah’s blog is here if you want to read, but be warned, it is a hard, hard story.
The thing I got from it, the thing I really want to share with you, is that often (not always, I know) people really begin to fight when the fight is so much harder.
They fight to live. They take horrible drugs that ravage their bodies, and they fight. They get in touch with all those they love, and reconcile their feelings, and they fight. They try special diets, new treatment, yoga, religion and they fight to live, to be cured, to win a few more years, a few more days.
Why not fight half that hard, right now, to quit. Why wait until you hear the word “cancer” to strap on your boots and fight for your life? Fight to breathe. Fight for the rest of your life. Why wait until you’re dying to fight to live?
40 days ago, I began my life over. I started the fight to LIVE. I started the fight to beat my addiction.
I have to tell you, going back and reading many of Deborah’s words again, my fight has been so much easier than hers. I am SO sorry her fight ended, but I am grateful she left her words behind for me to learn from, so maybe I will never have to wage the same battle she did.
I want to tell you, as soon as you can, quit.