My dad told me that he started smoking when he was 15. That would have been 1960, and I don't think the public was really aware of the health risks involved at that time. He was addicted quickly, and by the time I was born 18 years later, he was chain smoking. He tried a few times to quit, but he was never successful until he had a heart attack in 2001. After that, he never smoked again. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. I wish that was enough to save him.
But, he had lung disease, and that is basically what he died of. Respiratory failure. He couldn't breathe on his own anymore, and he didn't ever want to be hooked up to machines. He didn't die of lung cancer. That's what everyone is afraid of, isn't it? Well, cigarettes offer a little high, and more than one horrible way to die.
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