dear sweet cancer sticks......

i must say good bye..... my skin is getting wrinkley and exercising is such a bitch.  you've been with me thru thick and thin ( except when i was pregnant and nursing, you kindly stayed away) - you've been a reliever of stress, a sweet treat to accompany alcohol, a midnight snack, a way to suppress the appetite....but sweet cancer sticks.... there are 4 of you left and i shall not be purchasing your cousins....they can stay in their shiny saran wrapped box on the shelf of the bodega for another person..... 

i will be strong dear sticks of tobacco and icky chemicals.... i will miss you.... but i must say good bye as i'd like to be there for my son at his graduation - i want to not smell like a smoker, i want to brighten my smile, i want to be able to run the stairs without getting winded, i want to walk down the street without the cravings......  so dear friend, so long and good bye..... almost......