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I got up quietly, went out the side door, snuck around the back, and there was my father sneaking a cigerette, too.
I got up quietly, went out the side door, snuck around the back, and there was my father sneaking a cigerette, too.
After hearing from my mother that my father had lung cancer, the only thing I knew to do was light up a cigarette.
You have no idea how many people distrust your willpower until you tell them you decide to quit smoking.
I should have stopped smoking cigarettes when I started liking them.
We never thought twice about lighting a cigarette outside the hospital as our best friend, who doesn't smoke, was diagnosed with lung cancer.
She found it ironic that in order to deal with the stress of her mother dying of lung cancer she turned to smoking two packs a day.
For three long, dreadful years of my life I lived with her, I breathed in her foul smelling second hand smoke every single day, and as she died many years later, I sat there wishing I could breathe it again just one last time.
Right before my father died nearly 20 years ago, he told me to quit smoking, and last month I finally did.