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My father smoked for 50 years and he died from lung cancer. He worked until age 65 1/2 and passed away just before his 67th birthday.
As soon as he was diagnosed, he phoned me from his hospital bed and asked me to quit.
I had smoked for 12 years and was smoking my pipe while I was talking to him on the phone. When he asked, I told him I would, set the pipe down, and never smoked anything again.
This was in early August, 1979. In late August he was admitted to a cancer hospital close by where I worked, so my mother stayed with us, my wife took my mother to the hospital every day for a long visit and stayed with her during the visit.
Almost every day that I worked (very close by) I was able to visit him a 2 or 3 times of times a day - before work, at lunch, and after work.
All of the things they tried didn't work, and during the 3rd week of September he was in discomfort. At the end of the week, he seemed to be fading, then the next day his heart stopped and they got it beating again once but it stopped for good about an hour or so later.
I'm glad that he did not have really prolonged suffering.
At first it was tough, but I remembered the promise to my father. This August will mark the 29th anniversary of my quitting smoking.
Jadeanne
As soon as he was diagnosed, he phoned me from his hospital bed and asked me to quit.
I had smoked for 12 years and was smoking my pipe while I was talking to him on the phone. When he asked, I told him I would, set the pipe down, and never smoked anything again.
This was in early August, 1979. In late August he was admitted to a cancer hospital close by where I worked, so my mother stayed with us, my wife took my mother to the hospital every day for a long visit and stayed with her during the visit.
Almost every day that I worked (very close by) I was able to visit him a 2 or 3 times of times a day - before work, at lunch, and after work.
All of the things they tried didn't work, and during the 3rd week of September he was in discomfort. At the end of the week, he seemed to be fading, then the next day his heart stopped and they got it beating again once but it stopped for good about an hour or so later.
I'm glad that he did not have really prolonged suffering.
At first it was tough, but I remembered the promise to my father. This August will mark the 29th anniversary of my quitting smoking.
Jadeanne