Hey,
My name is Mark, and I quit 5 days ago. I just found this site a few days ago and have been lurking, but wanted to say hello and introduce myself.
I'm 41, I've dipped since i was 16 years old. I quit when I was is basic training in the US Army in 94' and again in 2000 for almost 6 months. Pretty idiotic to start again after quitting for 6 months, but that's what happens when your out drinking and say, "just one dip won't hurt anything"
My Dad died from brain cancer in 98', he dipped for 30 plus years as well. I was super close to my dad.
Last Friday night I had a dream about my Dad. He was standing in our house, and I walked in and saw him, and hugged him. It was so real i could smell him, feel him. I then woke up, and a Voice said to me "Stop chewing or else". I then sat there crying like a baby thinking about how my Son's would feel if they lost me to cancer and praying to God to take this addiction from me.
I woke up Saturday morning and sat my family down and told them that I'm quitting. My 10 year old son volunteered to throw all my chew away for me so he did, then he came and hugged me and said he was proud of me for not eating that stuff any more.
So far it's been alot easier then the last time I tried to quit. I think the difference is this time i'm not trying to quit. I have quit already. I'm done, now it's just a matter of adding the days to my quit number.
Thanks for listening/reading,
Mark