I am putting my quit on here so it feels more official.
I was on here a couple years ago when I quit initially, I stayed quit for a long then for some stupid reason thought I could have one, mm-hmm...
Then I wanted one whenever I drank beer, then I decided I'd just have one during the day.
Working up to having a few pinches every other day. I told myself it wasn't much, but then I found a white smooth circular patch on the side of my tongue, that's my worst nightmare and one I think of everyday.
I made an appt. with my dentist and waiting that three hours was hell. I literally thought I just discovered a death sentence. The stuff that went through my head were things Id never thought of. They say people diagnosed with oral cancer usually only live 5 years. 5 years? I'd be 34, my kids would be 15, 8, and 7. Watching their Mother die? I was thinking where would my beloved horse go? How would my husband manage working? Who would take care of my kids?Would I surviv but lose my whole face?
On the way to the dentist I started crying in my car and asked Jesus to save me, I told him if he got me through this, I promised never to chew again.
It seemed so STUPID, that I could have cancer, caused by no-one but myself.
Why? Why in the world would I flirt with DEATH just to get that buzz?
Never again.
The dentist said it is most likely not cancerous. She said it looks like a spot where my molar is too sharp and has been rubbing. But she said with my history of chewing she will take pictures and measurements and have a follow-up.
Seriously the world has never been so beautiful as on the drive home!!
So, last night I have a few beers and the urge is so, so strong and can you believe I thought about caving?? After all that? Un-frickin-believable.
But I didn't, I just thought of that promise to God, and how guilty I would be.
So my last chew was 11:30 pm on November 21st.