I recently lost an uncle to lung cancer. He didn’t know he had cancer until his lungs were full of it and it had metastasized to his bones. Oddly enough there was no pain.
I bring up this uncle because he was a heavy smoker for years and even though he quit a long time ago, the damage was likely already done. By the time they found the cancer he had days to live. Not weeks, months or years….just days. I don’t want to end up like him and there is a possibility I may.
In spite this knowledge and fear, I feel like I want to smoke. Isn’t that insane? I think about it all the time but I’ve stayed strong. It’s been two months since I quit, the physical cravings are gone but the mental symptoms of my stupid addiction are still there. It just goes to show how insidious this addiction is.
I use a lot of distractions to stay on the smoke-free wagon. I play with my puppy, take her for walks, work on something artistic, watch tv, play video games and smoke weed. I”m trying to not gain a ton of weight so I’m careful to not use food as a distraction too often.
My Phoenix Rising 