posted on Sep, 18 2006 @ 11:01 PM
Well it's Monday and I started my abstinence from Tobacco last Monday. It's been a rough go, at times, but all in all, I think that I can make it.
Heck....I KNOW that I can do this.
The hardest part about quitting smoking now is the habitual aspect of smoking. For instance I always enjoyed smoking while I was on ATS. I'd have
my ashtray on one side of the keyboard and my cup of coffee on the other. I'd light one smoke after another as I would read through the boards or as
I would surf, looking up news stories or info on the net. Alas, that's over. It was one of the times when I actually enjoyed smoking.
Another time would be at my cottage. For me, there was nothing like sitting around the fire-pit watching a big roaring blaze. There I'd
be.....cigarette in one hand, cup of coffee or a Carona in the other. Bliss.
But all of that has to come to an end......NOW.
I started my abstinence from tobacco on September 11th.....certainly a date that I can always remember but in all actuality, TODAY, September 18th is
the real reason that I am quitting.
September 18th was my Uncle's birthday. He died in 2001 on August 15th. My Uncle was a Catholic priest. A good man. A true scholar. He was
educated and ordained in Rome at the Gregorian University. He received doctorates in philosophy, theology, and mathematics. My uncle could also
speak a number of languages; Lithuanian, German, Russian, Italian and English -- fluently. Like I said, he was a true scholar.
My Uncle died of lung cancer.
I don't remember him being a heavy smoker, perhaps a pack a day. But I do remember seeing him working on his sermons or translating some old books,
cigarettes in hand, ashtray overflowing. Somehow, perhaps, I thought that this smoking thing was cool and that it could be equated with scholastic
research and intense study. I won't place any blame on him for my own start in cigarettes. After all, my Dad smoked cigarettes as well. And
growing up in the fifties and sixties, everyone smoked. So my influence could have been anyone, anything....I just don't remember.
What I do remember is seeing my Uncle in pain, connected to an oxygen tank, higher than a kite on morphine. I remember trying to talk to this man
whom I greatly admired. It was difficult for him to talk with the tubes in his nose but he could still force himself to be conscious and aware even
through the narcotic haze he was in.
I know that I should have stopped smoking the day that he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Certainly I should have stopped the day he died or,
perhaps, the day when he was buried. There were plenty of good days to stop this deadly habit but I didn't.
Oh sure, I stopped smoking on a number of occasions but I always had a "good reason" to start again. The reason was always because of stress,
because of work, because of family problems or because of this or that.....
Well today is the day that I really stop. Today is the day that I carry on with what I started a week ago. Today, at least in my heart and mind, I
am a non smoker. I am quitting because of my wife, my two kids and because of my Uncle.