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What Peggy Said

Posted by Mike.n.Atlanta Dec 30, 2012

I've been on "blogcation" (thanks Dale) the past two weeks as I found it difficult to find or generate any inspiration for myself. I come back to Peggy's blog & feel the same.

"I must admit that I get so disappointed and a bit peeved (part of the reason for my recent 'blogcation' from this site, as Dale has so eloquently put it) when I read blogs filled with excuses… Cuz I KNOW that there is NO excuse for anyone to choose to keep smoking and I KNOW that there isn’t a person out there, regardless of who they are or what may be currently occurring in their lives, who isn’t totally capable of becoming a happy, well-adjusted non-smoker who lives the rest of their life enjoying complete freedom from this addiction."

I sometimes feel I have lost more than my share of family & friends to lung cancer & other smoking related illnesses. Now...two weeks ago I find my sister in law is in stage 4 with maybe 6-8 months left.

I just get tired of the excuses.

Keep on keepin on y'all,

M n @

Mike.n.Atlanta

This just in…

Posted by Mike.n.Atlanta Dec 13, 2012

If the patches or Chantix or lozenges or hypnotism or inhalers didn’t work for you, guess what? You have to MAKE them work.

It’s 5% NRT & 95% you!

Keep on keepin on,

M n @

Mike.n.Atlanta

Keep it Green

Posted by Mike.n.Atlanta Dec 12, 2012

Even today…sometimes I get too big for my britches. I’ll feel I’m all that & can stand anything. I have this quit under control & everyone should listen to me cause I’m doing it right. Those are the times when some little thing will happen & I’ll feel that I should be smoking. Some occasion…a hidden or forgotten trigger. We are most dangerous to ourselves because ultimately we are the ones to make the excuses & then the decision to smoke again. We forget where we were in the beginning, why we quit & how miserable we were. After a time it’s hard to put ourselves back In that place.

We need to keep our quits green. Green as in fresh.

I do this by going back & reading my very first thread two or three times a year. It feels as if I’m actually there. Again I know the agony, the tight chest, the scratchy throat & the dismal feeling of failing so many times in the past. I don’t stay there…just long enough to really get a taste of where I was.

I also “keep it green” by putting myself in the shoes of every newbie that I read. They’re right where I was that October 1st so long ago. They are me & if I can remember how it was I can help them in a much better way. And by helping them I’m helping Mike.

I invite you all to “go back” & revisit your first pathetic plea for help knowing you couldn’t do it alone…knowing what losing you would do to your family…knowing others had done it but feeling you weren’t strong enough. But isn’t it great when you find that you do have that strength?

I’ll even let you read my first plea for help.

 http://forums.about.com/n/pfx/forum.aspx?msg=14567.1&nav=messages&webtag=ab-quitsmoking#a1

Give yourself a chance. Keep it green & don’t forget where you came from.

M n @

This from my friend Karen about a dear friend.

"His real name doesn’t matter as he was called Cat from almost his first steps. He was nimble and very light on his feet and, like a cat, he was often found on the roof, up a tree or sitting on the fireplace mantle. He was extraordinarily good looking – the kind of looks that made you turn back for a second look, but he didn’t seem to know it.

  

 

  

He got his masters and had almost completed his PhD. The remarkable thing about this accomplishment is that he worked full time and paid for his schooling as he went – determined not to start a career deeply in debt. He always said it might take a little longer, but he thought it was worth it. He played baseball with his firm team, loved mountain biking and was an avid skier. He had a ready laugh and if anyone had trouble or was in need of something, you can bet Cat would be one of the first at their door to help. He had just gotten engaged this past summer to a woman as beautiful as he was handsome. His seemed to be a fairy tale life.

  

 

  

He smoked, but not much as he would always say – less than a pack a month. He said many times, especially as he watched me suffer through the early days of my quit – that his next goal after his doctorate was to quit smoking (and always added so I’d quit nagging him about it).

  

 

  

Less than 3 months ago, he was getting winded, tired easily and had a dry cough. When it didn’t go away, he saw a doctor. Lung cancer, stage IV. How could this be? He was almost 36 years old and really didn’t smoke much. I spent this past week at the hospital with his mother. The handsome Cat was now a living skeleton, skin stretched taunt over his face. He slept a lot, but when awake said he hated to say it, but he would really like a cigarette – and added what could it hurt at this point. I suppose if he had really wanted one, someone would have wheeled him outside – as he said, what could it hurt at this point.

  

 

  

By yesterday, he was no longer talking much. The hardest part was he would look us in the eye and then look toward the machines. We knew he was trying to tell us to turn them off. But they were off. All he was getting was pain medication. He was sleeping and I slipped out to the hospital chapel, and met his mother coming out. I think we were both praying that God would take him soon.

  

 

  

When we returned to his room, he was worse. He was drowning. If you have watched the video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_Rei-oOIM0 you will have an idea of what we watched. Only I will tell you that it is 100 times worse when you are in the room with it. And you hear the sound of that breathing for a long time after it stops. One of the last things he said to me was, “Tell your forum that I finally stopped smoking – and tell them how.”

  

Karen"