So why do you still smoke?

It's Wednesday afternoon. I had just finished some chores, cleaning and washing the floor. My mom's phone starts buzzing and the display shows "hidden number" -- it's my grandmother. I hand the phone to my mom and sit down next to her. I usually stand by when my mom talks to my grandmother because the conversation usually concludes with my mom bursting into tears. This time would be no different.



So why do you still smoke?




My grandmother has been battling lung cancer for 5 years now and 3 years ago the doctors gave her the death sentence. She's been through a lot of treatment but it all made her feel worse. She's denied further treatment and palliative care. The only medication she takes is for her pain.



My grandmother has been smoking her entire life and even though she hasn't got a lot of time left, she's still smoking. She's tried to quit, she knew she had to if she would have even a small chance to beat the cancer but it didn't last.



A small part of me thinks she's embraced the fact that she won't be here for Christmas. My grandmother didn't have it easy and neither did my mom. But knowing what I know about my mom's childhood, I feel more anger than sorrow when I see her cry. She's hurting. She's hurting bad and she's done everything in her power to remain strong, for herself, for us and for her mother. I dread the day I will share her pain. Because surely losing both parents the same way is a pain close to the indescribable.



So why do you still smoke?




I'm sure I'm not the only one who's lost grandparents to cancer. My grandfather died from lung cancer due to smoking back in 2008. His wife the year after, also lung cancer from smoking. So in terms of having proof of the damage caused by smoking, both my grandparents will be my argument.



I've always hated smoking. I hate the smell, the smoke and the selfishness that comes with the person holding the cigarette.



When I was 14, I found my best friend smoking a cigarette. The next day we weren't best friends anymore.



I simply won't get attached to someone who's so careless and selfish, dancing with death thinking that life is about taking as many risks as possible, using the idiotic quote that says you only live once. Yes, you do. And you don't get a second chance.



I know that I have no business telling others what to do. I know there's a bigger chance of being hit by a car than to get lung cancer from smoking, but it's all a coin toss. Having both my grandmother, grandfather, his wife, die from lung cancer is confirmation enough for me that no matter what, the coin may not land in your favor. You never know.



Statistics show that people who have been smoking for years and stop, still get cancer later in life as a result of their choices. The past literally comes back to bite you in the butt.



When I first learned that my brother had started to smoke, I became both sad and angry. I couldn't believe that he could do something so hurtful to his family and put us in risk of having to lose him one day. I still feel like that because he still smokes.



"He's just having fun" he says. And there's absolutely no changing his mind. He knows the dangers, the risks. He comes home coughing, the smell is as stuck to him as he is to it.



Saying that the day the coin doesn't land in his favor, he'll probably realize how stupid he's been, is both twisted and true. Merely telling him that he's not the best candidate for smoking, both due to tendency and risk factors, won't make him stop.



At times, I think that the consequences of smoking should be limited to the person alone and not the family. But the hurt that is the consequence, always affect the family and dear ones the most.



Not all choices should be your own. Especially this one.

So why do you still smoke?
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