My Doctor was giving me a bit of an MOT when I turned 50. He knew I was a smoker, (how would he not know, like all other smokers I was stinking of smoke), and he made this very simple comment, no preaching just to the point.
"You still on the fags"...? Yes.
"You're fit, but they'll get you in the end".
"Pack them in before they pack you in".
That conversation festered in my head for just over two years and every time I bought a pouch of tobacco, it rang in my ears until one night I just said to myself, "F*** it, I'm done".
I have never looked at a cigarette lovingly since.
You owe it to yourself to stop, not to anyone giving you a hard time for smoking, YOU, owe it to yourself.
We have one life, this is not a practice run that we can rewind.
Do you want your last few months to be lying beside an oxygen bottle, or worse, a morphine pump...?
Choose life while you still can.