I'm 46 and have dipped Copencrapin since I was 18. For most of that time, it was a can a day. The last year, it has gradually gone up to 2 cans a day. That's because I could buy the two packs cheaper than 2 individual cans. I knew if I wasn't careful, I'd end up going thru both cans in a single day...and that's where I ended up.
Well my wife finally cornered me made me go to the dentist last week on 3/13/08. The ONLY good thing about it was that the dentist was right across the street, which meant I didnt' have to spit my snuff out until right before, then I could brush my teeth run over there.
When I finally got back there, he looked at my mouth said he's sending me to the periodontist for a biopsy of the "precancerous blablabla..." I really heard nothing else he said. My whole body was numb and I was sick to my core. A sickness I can't even describe...the worst you can imagine. I completely flipped out. No sleep, no eating, nothing. Sweaty panick, thoughts running completely crazy.
Luckily, I went to church last Sunday that helped reel my runaway emotions back in.
Of course, I haven't touched any tobacco since before that dentist visit. I'm headed to the periodontist in a couple of hours. Today 03/20/08 is day 8 of my quit. Man I don't want to go do this doctor appointment!
March 13, 2008 at 9:26 am, I spit Copenhagen out of my mouth for the last time.
That was ONE HUNDRED DAYS AGO.
Thanks to the help of my brothers and sisters here, I never have to put that crap in my mouth again.
Thank each one of you who came up big when I needed you and told me I could do it when I wasn't at all sure. You are my friends for life.
Thanks for showing me there's life after dip. I no longer drag the ball chain with me everywhere I go. Freedom is a very good thing.
Thanks.