justmeandallthecats:

w-h-o-r-e-e-s-r-u-s:

reblogging at least one a day til she gets 50,000..<3

just put this as a sceduled post every day next weeeek :)

Thanks for posting this - I am reblogging this because 20 years ago last Monday marked the day my mom died from emphysema.  I was 23 and she was the greatest mom!  I was lucky to have her, but miss her every day still.

Mom became addicted to cigarettes at 15 because Hollywood told her that women looked glamorous with smoke encircling their heads.  It took 6 tries for her to quit, and a heart attack as well.  By the time she did, too much damage had been done to her lungs and body.  News flash - lungs don’t really ever heal once damaged.  Not like other organs can. 

A smoker friend of mine at the time said the dumbest thing, cigarette dangling from her mouth:  “Emphysema?  That’s like a really bad breathing disease, right?” 

Stupefied and angry, I said, “Not at all…it’s a disease where a poison essentially turns you into a shadow, chokes the life out of you, and then makes you disappear forever.”  That’s what it seemed like happened to my Mom.  

I hope your dad stops, even if you don’t make the # you need.  I don’t know him and still hope he recognizes how bad smoking is.  We all die; but I don’t know a single disease or death caused by smoking that would be a chosen way to go. 

(via chocolate-lickers)