So I’m 33 days into my quit. During a recent ER visit this man in the bay across from me was there for complications from COPD. I have never known anyone who had gotten sick from smoking. I thought about this man’s wife as she sat there crying while his health care team was trying to help him breathe. My heart was crying for her as he apologized to her for having to experience this and how sorry he was for having to “put her thru this”. Just thoughts on how selfish addiction can be.