123 days, 13 hours, 25 minutes.
That's about a month longer without cigarettes for any period in my life since I was 16 years old! And for the first time, I actually believe it. I had made dozens of serious attempts to quit smoking over the past 40 years, lasting anywhere from three days to three months. But each of those times, I never really believed, deep inside, that I'd never smoke again. And each of those times I was depressed, self-pitying, and ornery as an angry porcupine.
But my health problems are so bad and I knew I really had to quit. So I set the date and started collecting all the support tools I would need: gum, lollipops, rubber bands, nicotine lozenges, "fake" cigarettes (you, know, that just draw air -- I had three different models), etc. I had heard of an e-cig and thought it would just be another, little fancier, version of that fake cig. Despite the price, I ordered a couple. Anything to help the impossible task I was facing.
My e-cig came four days before my big quit day. I opened it up and looked it over and took a drag. Whoa! I took another drag, and I realized, then and there, that I could quit. For real. Forever.
Like many others have related, I gave up cigarettes immediately. It only took two drags for me to KNOW, in my heart of hearts, that I could quit this thing that had me in its grips for so long. So I did. On the spot -- with an open, half-pack of smokes on the desk in front of me.
I gave up tobacco -- that golden leaf that had sustained my life, my hometown and my state for years -- with no regret. I vape joyously, with little spite for those long, hot, sticky hours in backbreaking rows of tobacco, pulling prime leaves from tall stalks. I still get goosebumps when I open a pack of dark tobacco cartridges and get a whiff that smells just like that tobacco barn full of flue-cured leaves, and like the warehouse where my family's destiny for another year would be determined.
Ah, the golden leaf, sustaining my livelihood while destroying my health, leeching poison into my lungs with each breath. What irony.
So here I am today, 123 days later. I am not a smoker who is just trying not to smoke today. I am a non-smoker. An avid vaper, perhaps forever; or not. But I will never smoke another cigarette.
My first grandchild is due in September and I want to live to hold him in my arms, to read Dr. Seuss to him, to go watch him play t-ball. I know that the damage I have done to my lungs is real and irreversible, but, God willing, I can maintain my current level of health for some years yet. The e-cigarette is a miracle to me. I truly believe it saved my life.