Time for a update and report on the bitch in my life; day 835, I live and cherish my freedom. For several months now I've suffered from difficulty swallowing and been waiting for an appointment with my gastroenterologist. Today I went in and had a upper GI endoscope. I've feared that I could feel a growth and had the fear that my 4 decades of dip was going to kill me even though I've quit. Well they stretched my esophagus and took quite a few biopsies from my mouth to my small intestine. Waiting for pathology, but not too concerned the Dr was very optimistic. I'm glad I quit when I did and that it wasn't motivated by a scare like this has been. If I'd quite in fear I would have probably stopped on the way home to get my fix. Why do I think I'd do that? I've been there before. I'm glad that everyday, I'm quit, my odds of cancer from dip decrease. Sure we will always have an elevated risk of cancer but not nearly as high as if we were still using.
I watch so many 20 something's and youngers come here gung-ho to quit and fade away as they realize how difficult it is. As a old fart I wish there was some way I could connect to them and make them understand how fast time passes and how they will wake up some day and realize they have thrown decades away living with this evil addiction. Addiction no matter what it is is a vile thief; they steal our lives, time, families, self respect, money and so much more. My ultimate conclusion, I can't quit for anyone else! I quit one day at a time for myself.