As I stumbled across this site, reveling in a thankfully negative oral cancer screening, something keeps ringing in my head. My dentist almost sounded surprised that I came back negative. That stung me in a way I've never experienced. I don't think he wanted me to get cancer, surely he didn't. What stung was how foolish this awful habit makes me feel.
I read thru the page and this group seems...comfortable. So...on with a poorly written intro...
I'm 40 as of about a month ago. I've chewed every single day since 16. Never missed a day. Thru marriage, children, losing parents and jobs...this disgusting can has always been by my side. Stinky cup/bottle in tow. Chewing has been a companion, a release, and, ultimately, my nemesis. I love it and I hate it.
I'm working tonight...found this site with a gigantic chew in my mouth that I was barely enjoying anyway. When I sent my registration, I walked to the restroom, threw the can away,spit out my last chew, and am prepared for the inevitably difficult day that awaits me.
I no longer wish to be controlled by a plant. I can and will do this....but not alone.
Folks, in all honesty, I'm terrified...yet resolved. I intend to lean on this group for support.
Wow...that's a wordy intro...