Thanks Junebug! No, not a bad one to respond at all. In fact identify. I had just beyond 2 yrs. without a cigg. once, and gee was I feeling, doing and looking mostly well.
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I had quit successfully 3 wks. before my father died of lung cancer that eventually matastisized to his stomach, bones, and brain.
It was nothing short of the grace of God that I'd been allowed to quit then for as long as I did. As by this time I was seeing him regularly, as he and I would go to meetings together. He was in and out of the hospital, and by this time frequently in. The last of our attendance together at such a place was that New Yr., when he and I attended what is called an alkathon or meetings for hrs. upon end back to back.
It was like Wow! This is what he wanted to do! that Dec. 31st/ Jan. 1st.
As I recall him, I can well remember observing him from across the room while watching him observe and listen to others speak. And, then after he took a turn, I just knew how tired I was and had told him at about midnight that I had to go home. He chose to stay, until 10am the following morning, at which point a got a friend to give him a ride home.
It wasn't easy, but I'd had a great deal of acceptance then, and conviction within me that it was alright to be there for my Dad, as much as I was then, and as little as I could be other times when he was too busy being overgenerous and taken in by some woman who was lets say less than well-intentioned and honest.
That particular New Yr.'s evening alkathon, I remember overhearing someone state: "(His Name), he doesn't know enough to climb into his casket. Look at him, he's through, and yet doesn't even know."
After the move of my father, from this world to beyond, five days later. I was carried and remained able to stay smoke-free for another Yr. and 3 quarters.
Prior to all this I'd been a heavy smoker, became one at the age of 21yrs. old when I first put down a drink and immediately found myself substituting with cigg's that I had so long before detested seeing chain smoked by family, and was previously repulsed by.
When my little ones were nearly 1yr. old, I started up again and 2 yrs. later at age 3 they were both asking: "Mommy, Daddy, please stop smoking as it's not good for you, you'll die." "Come and play with us some more."
One yr. later my mother was diagnosed with cancer.
OM, why am I telling of and sharing of any of this now. I think it's because everyday, I continued to powerlessly smoke after I got started again, many times throughout my day, I'd get to thinking: "I'm dying and killing myself." "This doesn't make any sense." "What is wrong with me." "How can I ever stop." "Why God, Why me now?" "What about my kids?"
So, I've tryed again and again to stop eversince, and stay stopped, and little to none of it has been pretty in those inital days. When I'd make it then beyond some initial days, my problem was and remains staying stopped, "One Day At A Time." I do so hope that this is it, though I'll keep it in this day, this hour.
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THX Junebug, I don't know how through re-reading you post this morning, I find myself with so much to write here now, but I thank you for commenting in my thread, bc it has somehow allowed me to tap into the memory of certain painful life realities and memories, and I continue to be and am pieced back together more wholesome, with and through it all.
Hope