I feel the need to tell my story to someone. My own wife knows little about my struggle with smoking and snuff, certainly before we met 13 years ago. I'm 50 now. I started smoking at age 16 and continued until the age of 35. Almost 20 years. After, I cheated with cigarettes on occasion, but never habitually started as a pack a day smoker again.
At age 40 for whatever reason, I assume my history with tobacco, I picked up the can. Within a year I was buying a can a week. For the past 8 years, I've been a closet 2 can a week dipper. My wife knows of my struggle with dipping only during the past 4-5 years, and I've done my best to hide it before then and after, from her, my employer and most importantly my three sons.
Dipping for 10 years, I developed a terrible sore this January where I typically place the snuff in my mouth. I sweated over this sore for several weeks. It wouldn't heal and it looked terribly bad. Last week, not having dipped since the first week of February, the 5th, I finally wet to my dentist to get a professional opinion. He told me without having seen it prior that it appeared to be healing and it was not cancer. A second opinion has confirmed it is not life threatening. I was strongly advised that next time I won't be so lucky.
I cant tell you what has gone thru my mind over the past 4 weeks. Looking in my mouth daily has been difficult. I'm an older dad and my kids are young. The oldest of three is 11. Recently, when I look at them, I realize how stupid I've been. What I've risked. Every night I thought the worst and wondered how I was going to tell my wife. What impact was this going to have on my kids also stayed on mind. Wow. The relief I had when I found out I was going to be okay.
Today is day 27 for me. And as part of my plan to quit I know that I need to keep coming back to this site for reinforcement. It does help. I need to keep reminding myself of what I've risked. It's just not worth it.