Please...STOP Smoking!
It's another New Year. If you are a smoker, perhaps you have entertained stopping once again. I hope you do it this time. Smoking cessation, like controlling any chemical addiction, is not easy.
I have never been a voluntary smoker. Both of my parents, and eventually, my step-parent, were heavy smokers. I can remember lying on the floor watching television, looking up at a cloud of blue smoke hanging just above me. As a non-smoker, I suspect that my secondary exposure was significant. I worry about that exposure even now. In the 1950's, everyone smoked. People smoked in movie theaters as we watched people on the screen smoking. Ronald Reagan appeared in smoking advertisements. The "cool kids" all smoked.
Cigarettes used to be about fifty cents a pack. When I did my medical and surgical rotations at the Veterans Administration hospital in the 1970's, the patients could buy cigarettes for 25 cents a pack in the commissary. Many were hospitalized for emphysema and various forms of cancer. I remember assisting a surgery to remove a huge cancerous tumor from a man's throat and create a tracheostomy (a portal in the neck so he could breathe). A few weeks later, I saw him actively smoking through his tracheostomy.
Yes, I did try one cigarette when I was about ten. I didn't care for it. I even tried making my OWN tobacco one time using a variety of leaves, including a large proportion of poison oak. If that didn't cure an urge to smoke, nothing would. You have not experienced discomfort until you have poison oak over 100% of your body. I cannot tell you how much I hate cigarettes and or how much they have affected my life.
When I was in kindergarten, my father died of lung cancer. Within a more few years, two of my uncles and my grandfather died of lung cancer. Some were coal miners and my father worked with asbestos in the shipyards during World War II - exposed to an incredible amount of cancer-causing chemicals. Not too many years ago, the Marlboro man died of lung cancer, too. They were all smokers. A lung cancer link to cigarettes was suspected at that time, but not proven. Decades later when it was proven and warnings appeared on cigarette packages, people continued to smoke. Within a short time, the lung cancer rate for smoking women soared to first place. Yes, you've come a long way, Baby.
No longer do Americans have to tolerate smoking in a crowed movie theater, or in restaurants. Smoking is banned in most public places. Some communities have even banned smoking outside! Several years ago, we had the opportunity to travel to Great Britain. The smoking was so prolific, especially in pubs where I wanted to try the food, that we had to eat outside most of the time. I heard that Ireland has not banned smoking in the pubs. This is something that I never thought I would read in my lifetime. No longer are cigarettes 50 cents a pack. Now, they are $5.00 a pack; taxed heavily by the government to help pay for a variety of things. In California, the cigarette tax money even helps pay for birth control pills, immunizations, and health care for the poor. Some of that tax money goes for anti-smoking educational programs, cancer research, and so forth. I am sure that a lot of that money also ends up in thousands of undeserving pockets.
Do people have the right to smoke? Perhaps, as long as I don't have to pay for their medical care. Unfortunately, we ALL non-smokers pay in one form or another for tobacco abuse. Non-smokers typically pay the same health insurance premiums.
One of my best friends is a pharmacist. While he is no longer a smoker himself, his wife and adult sons continue to smoke. I was shocked the other day when he told me that he gives cigarette money to his still-living-at-home, non-working sons. His wife has terrible varicosities in her legs - a visible example of the condition of her other "hidden" blood vessels. She has also had skin and colon cancer so far. She continues to smoke.
My 32-year-old daughter smokes, but promises to stop after New Year's using some of the new medications for this purpose. I pray that she (and her boyfriend) finally give up cigarettes for good. I remind my daughter that that grandfather she never met died when he was just five years older than she is now. In the past, she just told me to butt-out (so to speak).
Threats of disability or death have not significantly slowed down the toll of tobacco use. High cigarette taxes have helped (a little), but not enough. If cigarettes were ten dollars a pack, people would still buy them. There are people that give up food and other necessities for cigarettes. Restricting where people can smoke is certainly a deterrent, but people will find a place; like right in the doorway to your workplace. It is their right. They like it. And they are going to smoke no matter what.
Parents will continue to die. Teens will start to smoke. Old geezers will walk around (slowly) pulling their little oxygen generators. Medical providers will lose sleep knowing they have to tell another person that they have cancer tomorrow.
Everyone has the ability to stop smoking; they first must make that decision. Some smokers will need medications; nearly all will need encouragement from family or friends. Some will need the psychological support from health care professionals. Some will take smoking cessation classes, or get hypnotized, or use anti-smoking devices. It really doesn't matter how you chose to stop. As far as cigarettes are concerned, Gone is Good - Gone for Good.
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I have never been a voluntary smoker. Both of my parents, and eventually, my step-parent, were heavy smokers. I can remember lying on the floor watching television, looking up at a cloud of blue smoke hanging just above me. As a non-smoker, I suspect that my secondary exposure was significant. I worry about that exposure even now. In the 1950's, everyone smoked. People smoked in movie theaters as we watched people on the screen smoking. Ronald Reagan appeared in smoking advertisements. The "cool kids" all smoked.
Cigarettes used to be about fifty cents a pack. When I did my medical and surgical rotations at the Veterans Administration hospital in the 1970's, the patients could buy cigarettes for 25 cents a pack in the commissary. Many were hospitalized for emphysema and various forms of cancer. I remember assisting a surgery to remove a huge cancerous tumor from a man's throat and create a tracheostomy (a portal in the neck so he could breathe). A few weeks later, I saw him actively smoking through his tracheostomy.
Yes, I did try one cigarette when I was about ten. I didn't care for it. I even tried making my OWN tobacco one time using a variety of leaves, including a large proportion of poison oak. If that didn't cure an urge to smoke, nothing would. You have not experienced discomfort until you have poison oak over 100% of your body. I cannot tell you how much I hate cigarettes and or how much they have affected my life.
When I was in kindergarten, my father died of lung cancer. Within a more few years, two of my uncles and my grandfather died of lung cancer. Some were coal miners and my father worked with asbestos in the shipyards during World War II - exposed to an incredible amount of cancer-causing chemicals. Not too many years ago, the Marlboro man died of lung cancer, too. They were all smokers. A lung cancer link to cigarettes was suspected at that time, but not proven. Decades later when it was proven and warnings appeared on cigarette packages, people continued to smoke. Within a short time, the lung cancer rate for smoking women soared to first place. Yes, you've come a long way, Baby.
No longer do Americans have to tolerate smoking in a crowed movie theater, or in restaurants. Smoking is banned in most public places. Some communities have even banned smoking outside! Several years ago, we had the opportunity to travel to Great Britain. The smoking was so prolific, especially in pubs where I wanted to try the food, that we had to eat outside most of the time. I heard that Ireland has not banned smoking in the pubs. This is something that I never thought I would read in my lifetime. No longer are cigarettes 50 cents a pack. Now, they are $5.00 a pack; taxed heavily by the government to help pay for a variety of things. In California, the cigarette tax money even helps pay for birth control pills, immunizations, and health care for the poor. Some of that tax money goes for anti-smoking educational programs, cancer research, and so forth. I am sure that a lot of that money also ends up in thousands of undeserving pockets.
Do people have the right to smoke? Perhaps, as long as I don't have to pay for their medical care. Unfortunately, we ALL non-smokers pay in one form or another for tobacco abuse. Non-smokers typically pay the same health insurance premiums.
One of my best friends is a pharmacist. While he is no longer a smoker himself, his wife and adult sons continue to smoke. I was shocked the other day when he told me that he gives cigarette money to his still-living-at-home, non-working sons. His wife has terrible varicosities in her legs - a visible example of the condition of her other "hidden" blood vessels. She has also had skin and colon cancer so far. She continues to smoke.
My 32-year-old daughter smokes, but promises to stop after New Year's using some of the new medications for this purpose. I pray that she (and her boyfriend) finally give up cigarettes for good. I remind my daughter that that grandfather she never met died when he was just five years older than she is now. In the past, she just told me to butt-out (so to speak).
Threats of disability or death have not significantly slowed down the toll of tobacco use. High cigarette taxes have helped (a little), but not enough. If cigarettes were ten dollars a pack, people would still buy them. There are people that give up food and other necessities for cigarettes. Restricting where people can smoke is certainly a deterrent, but people will find a place; like right in the doorway to your workplace. It is their right. They like it. And they are going to smoke no matter what.
Parents will continue to die. Teens will start to smoke. Old geezers will walk around (slowly) pulling their little oxygen generators. Medical providers will lose sleep knowing they have to tell another person that they have cancer tomorrow.
Everyone has the ability to stop smoking; they first must make that decision. Some smokers will need medications; nearly all will need encouragement from family or friends. Some will need the psychological support from health care professionals. Some will take smoking cessation classes, or get hypnotized, or use anti-smoking devices. It really doesn't matter how you chose to stop. As far as cigarettes are concerned, Gone is Good - Gone for Good.
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12 Comments:
Dr Moser, hopefully your smoking blog will get smokers to think about the effects of smoking on their families if not themselves. Both my parents were smokers and so was my stepdad. He passed away a few years ago from lung cancer. All of his siblings have now passed away too, most from smoking related illnesses. My uncle died from emphysema. I even used to smoke until I quit 21 years ago. Yes, I'm a baby boomer. When I look at the quality of life of people who are my age who are smokers and people who aren't smokers and people my parent's age who smoke and don't smoke it's amazing what a difference there is! I'm glad that my daughter isn't a smoker and she's never been tempted to smoke.
Yes, it's amazing. In light of all of the evidence for the health consequences of smoking, people continue to do it.
I once asked a patient (a smoker) if he used seatbelts? He relied that he did. Then, I asked him why would a person use seatbelts if they were cheating death every day by smoking? He stopped smoking.
If all non-smokers would just help one friend who smoked....it would be one less premature funeral we will have to attend.
Thank you for your comments.
Thank you for your very informative blog, Dr. Moser. It is evident it came straight from your heart.
I'm a regular poster on WebMD's Smoking Cessation Support Group Message Board. I am enjoying smokefreedom since 4/27/01 after having smoked a pack & a half a day for over 44 yrs. I found the board a few weeks into my quit & have been committed to it ever since.
I sincerely hope we always remember nicotine is a powerfully addictive drug. The American Medical Assn. has said it is tougher to kick than heroin. As with any addiction there is no cure, but recovery is within the reach of all.
So please extend an invite to the smokers you run into, Dr., to come visit us on the board...everyone is welcome...we'll be glad to see them!
I live in Illinois and on January, 1 2008, Illinois became smoke-free in all public places and places of employment state wide.
This has caused smokers to cry out saying their rights have been stepped on. I guess the smokers don't realize that they step on the rights of non-smokers to breathe clean air every time they light up.
I am hoping the smoking ban in Illinois will encourage more people to quit smoking. Though if that happens, I wonder what the government will tax next.
Some people don't want to smoke...and that is the sad part. My MIL refuses too. She knows it is killing her, but she also refuses to go to the doctor when she gets sick (she will take the dogs antibiotics instead!)...she says she wants to die before she gets old...
She has a cousin that has the exact same birthday/year. The cousin is not a smoker...if you look at them side by side my MIL looks 20yrs older than her cousin.
It never ceases to amaze me that some people will do anything to look good, including calorie restriction to the point of starvation...but will refuse to quit smoking.
Sad indeed.
Bravo to all who have quit...and if you are trying to quit hang in there...you have more people rooting for you than you think.
I am thankful to the bars and restaurants that have gone non-smoking, and hope that many will continue to follow in their footsteps. I know quitting is hard, my fiance and I have both done it, but the benefits outweight the costs ten-fold.
My biggest frustration with smoking now is that I become physically ill in the presence of cigarette smoke. If I spend more than 30 minutes in a smoky bar it usually leads to nausea/vomiting or a respiratory infection.
While I respect that people make the decision to continue an obviously unhealthy habit, unfortunately I have no choice if I want to go out and spend time with my friends in the state of Virginia, unless it has outdoor seating. I realize smokers in areas with smoking "bans" are inconvenienced, but they have the option to go outside for a smoke- I on the other hand, don't really have the option to go stand outside to have a meal in a restaurant without becoming ill.
Thank you for your article, I hope it will motivate more people to make a healthy decision!
Thank you for this blog. I haven seen too many people I knew from highschool sick, with breathing complications, or cancer. I am only 42 years of age, and I work in the medical field, and it amazes me how much damage cmoking does not only to the smoker, but the people around them. CHildren, family members, friends. Second hand smoke is such a danger. I cant even begin to describe my anger when I see adults smoking around children.
We are indeed paying millions in health care, higher insurance, because of the medical issues attributed to smoking. I pray that all smokers can find the courage and ability to quit.
I quit smoking cold turkey on January 1st, and I feel terrific. Sure, the first few days were unpleasant- nicotine is a very powerful, addictive drug that seriously messes with your brain chemistry- but the tangible, almost immediate benefits are in themselves worth the pain of the initial withdrawal. I can breathe more deeply, my heart rate is decreased, my chest no longer hurts. I didn't realize how much of my sense of smell I had lost until it started to return. I have more energy and I feel like it's easier for me to focus. I work in healthcare and am now able to face my colleagues and clients without worrying about whether I reek of smoke. This is my first attempt to quit, and I genuinely believe that it will be my last. I have no desire to return to smoking.
I think that 99% of smokers know that smoking is one of the worst things they can do to their bodies. But they also know that they are addicted- physically and psychologically. Psychological dependence is the tougher of the two. Smoking becomes such a big part of life that you can't imagine living without it. That may sound dramatic or ridiculous, but people who have never smoked can never understand/appreciate the role of smoking in a smoker's life. Quitting seems impossible... scary. Drug companies convince you that quitting is SO DIFFICULT that you NEED drugs to do it. You hear from almost everyone that quitting will turn you into a raging lunatic and a fat one at that. People are afraid to quit, especially young people, because the negative effects of smoking seem distant, but the negative effects of quitting seem more immediate and threatening. But there are tons of long-term ex-smokers out there (my father is one- quit for 22 years), many of whom quit without the use of patches, gum, or prescription drugs. Quitting smoking is like anything else in life- you just have to DO IT. Don't agonize; don't stress about the side effects or possibility of relapse. Just take it one day at a time and maintain a positive attitude.
Good post. The next one in your series should be called "Please... STOP stuffing your face and not exercising!" I'm tired of paying for overweight individuals' healthcare. Obesity, too, is a leading preventable cause of chronic disease and death.
Dear Dr. Moser;
Donot give up hope on your daughter, or give up your loving quest to help her quit. I am so glad my parents supported my efforts to quit. I smoked for 19 years. I was 16 when I started. At the time it seemed natural. I didn't even cough. Over the years, my habit began to hurt,my teeeth went yellow, my skin haggard. I have been quit one year now. I will never go back. The mind is strong.Say yes to life. Smoking equals suffering.Why do it?
I recommend anyone looking to quit to read the book The Easy Way to Quit Smoking by Allen Carr.
It changed my life.
The basic synopsis of the book is available through this video which is a clip of a BBC documentary on smoking:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w87SZvhopco
MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH MS. "C":
It was a relationship, maybe a love affair, certainly a bond between me and Miss "C". Yea, it was one of those love/hate things.
I was a good smoker... one of the best. The last thing I did before I lay my head on the pillow at night was crush Miss "C" in the bedside ash tray. In the morning before even getting up to pee I would grab a new Miss "C" and light her fire as I lay in bed. We smoked all day. In meetings. In the company cafeteria. In hallways. In my office. In bars. In restaurants. Everywhere! If Miss "C" wasn't allowed somewhere I didn't go there. And if someone had the audacity to insult me and my lover by asking me to snuff out her fire I would lay into them about my RIGHTS, about them getting a life, all kinds of crap. Oh yea, Miss "C" and I were into each other... into it hot and heavy.
One thing I think very interesting is almost the whole time I was never ADDICTED to her. Not me. I could drop her in a New York minute with no problem, no regrets... I just didn't want to. I hung with Miss "C" because I wanted to, my decision, my right. Yea, sure.
I noticed on my right hand, the skin between my middle and index fingers was brown. It was nicotine stains. Not only that there were little bumps on the skin. They itched. I thought I should change which hand I used to hold Miss "C". Kinda like switching to menthol's when I had a cold... better for you. In the back of my mind I was wondering.... if this is what my fingers look like, what might my lungs look like? Do you think there were bumps on them too? Can your lungs itch? In addition I noticed that laughing always finished with coughing. I wasn't alone, many others who were having love affairs with their own Miss "C", always finished laughing with a cough or a lot of coughs. I also noticed that a lot of people who didn't smoke also didn't like to be around those who did smoke. I found I was limiting my friends to only smokers as the trend to not smoke grew. Other smokers didn't give you BS about smoking. I saw smokers standing outside of places that didn't allow smoking. Unlike me, they were hooked. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know something is driving you to stand out in the cold, freezing your butt off, just to inhale that addictive poison. I started to wonder, on and off, who was in charge of me? Me or Miss "C"?
My life seemed to revolve around Miss "C". Before I went out I had to check to make sure there were enough smokes. Did I have fluid in my lighter. Extra flints. Matches in case the damn lighter quit. Very few times in my life I actually ran out of cigarettes. When it happened I searched the house. I looked in drawers, dressers, jacket pockets, car, glove box. Check the ash trays; any butts long enough to light up? Damn, had to go to the store. Snowing, no problem. Blizzard, no problem. Half drunk, no problem. If Miss "C" wasn't there I was going to go get her and nothing was going to stand in my way. Miss "C" was clearly in charge. In charge of every minute of every day.
She had to go.
I had tried to drop her a number of times and I would always crawl back. I was going to rid myself of her or die, literally, trying. I made the decision... again.
It was one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. After all the failed attempts I finally made it. It was January 1, 1986. I remember that last cigarette, my last kiss of the addictive Miss "C", like it was yesterday. It was about 2:30 AM, the wife and I had just returned from a party. I got out of the car with my long time companion Miss "C" in hand. Standing in the driveway I took a last drag on her filthy orifice and flicked her into the gutter.
At the end of this near 30 year relationship was a new feeling... fear. I was afraid I couldn't live without her. I might fail... again. What would my friends say about not being able to give her up. We were always together for those many, many years. At times I would call her names like fag, cancer stick, smoke, butt, coffin nail but we always got back together. She was very forgiving. I remember one time I gave up on her for about 6 weeks (of hell). At a weak moment, in a bar I think, she touched my lips and the affair was on again only hotter and heavier than before.
January 2008 was our anniversary. Back in 1986 I thought of Miss "C" often. I missed her so much... I was in mourning. I was afraid she might not stay dead. Now, I think of her from time to time and wish she could be a fond memory like most other loves. It isn't to be. It took me a long time to realize Miss "C" was really killing me. She was poisoning me. She stole my will power. She made me do things I didn't want to do. She controlled my life.
No more.
Wow Jim, that was just absolutely amazing. have you ever considered writing professionally? or maybe you are a writer already. I loved your post. Absoulely fantastic way of putting it....
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