I'm not sure you'll ever even read this, but if you do, let me tell you something from the perspective of someone whose parents use tobacco. If it sounds sappy or overly dramatic, I don't care. If it sounds too long winded, I don't care. I love my parents to death, and while I'd never blame them for my nicotine addiction, the fact they both smoke sure as hell didn't send me a good message.
I have a mother who has been through two quadruple bypasses, a stroke, and wears an oxygen mask. The entirety of my life I've heard her say "I'll quit when..." Well, guess what she still starts every morning of her life with after all her health problems? A cigarette. Gotta have that nicotine. But she only smokes once a day, you see. She uses those disgusting nicotine lozenges because she thinks "they're safer." Well, we just got word a few days ago that her neurologist discovered lesions on her brain from high blood pressure, caused by...guess what? Nicotine. In other words, she has irreparable brain damage from using nicotine lozenges, i.e. smokeless tobacco, and it's becoming more apparent by the day.
I have a father who lost both of his parents to lung cancer caused by tobacco within 6 months of each other. Do you know what he starts his morning with? A nice smoke. It defies any and all logic, but just gotta have that nicotine. And you know what he tells me when I beg him to quit? "Ah, come on, Cody. People have got to die of something." He isn't a bad man, he's just an addict. He's having a cat scan done in a few days, and I find myself literally shaking and breaking into a sweat thinking about it. I pray to God he isn't sick.
And do you know why neither one of them will quit? Because for reasons I'll never understand, they just can't bear a week or two of discomfort for a lifetime of peace of mind. And to see them continue to do this to themselves hurts me in ways I can't explain.
I'm not doing this for the sake of being dramatic. I'm not fishing for people to thumbs-up my post. I'm telling you this because I care, and the reality is this is not an uncommon story. And it's so easy to adapt it to two dipping parents. It might be your kid who is one day pacing around his or her apartment praying mom's dentist doesn't find a spot on her tongue. It might be your kid whose dad essentially says "I know this will kill me and I'm choosing it as my way to die - even though I know you worry."
Ash said you and her have similar stories. She fell off the wagon early on, but the thing is, she hopped right back on. I hope you do, too. You and your family deserve better than weekend tobacco binges. If you feel you need medication, I will understand that you know yourself better than me. But please do not put this off. Quit the day you get whatever pills you think you need. One way or another it's going to suck for a while. Nicotine withdrawal won't kill you, but continuing to use it will.