It’s a long story but with a happy ending. I tried my first cigarette at 11. Both my parents smokes and allowed me to do so. By age 14 I was a regular smoker. In my late teens and early 20,s I’d sometimes be up to 2-3 packs a day. I never met my grandmother as she died of lung cancer at 42 years of age. She was a social smoker only but it’s all the same. I vaguely remember my grandfather. He was a heavy smoker and died also of lung cancer when I was 8. In 2008 my father was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer and he died a year later at the age of 60. My mother died a few months ago at the age of 67 from endometrial/bladder cancer. Watching my parents suffer was terrible. The worse thing I have ever experienced in my life. The memories are forever burned in my soul and I will never forget the pain and agony they lived in their last days. I am now 41 and have no parents. I don’t want my son and husband to go through what I went through. I don’t want them to Suffer the heartache of watching me die from a smoking related illness that I could have prevented. I have made the choice to be a non smoker and am now heading into week 3. This is it for me. I am done. I will never have another cigarette again. It’s my promise to myself, my son, my husband, my bank account and to everyone in my life who cares for me. I am done!