Come to where the cancer is
Friday May 11, 2012
There’s the old joke – Quitting cigarettes is easy, I’ve done it a thousand times.
This month marks 5 years since I smoked my last cigarette. I keep congratulating myself, celebrating milestones, because honestly I thought I’d never be able to quit. To this day, I still don’t believe I just stopped. I don’t remember that last cigarette or what thought came into my conscious mind that finally triggered the body to reject the cancer sticks. However it came to pass, it was my time to quit, my time to say no mas.
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff night and day
Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings
Blow, blow them ev’rywhere, give your troubles wings