Just a chance to offload a bit of my background. My mother and father were both heavy smokers. My mother had cancer before and during the time I was born. Then on and off until I was 6. After that she was pretty much bed ridden until she died when I was 9 and she was 41. Smoked right up until the end. A pile of bones with a fag hanging out of her mouth. Dad devasted. Got me into trampolining and I made the british squad by the age of 15. By which time i was stealing his park drive dog ends and rolling my own. Dad dropped dead of a heart attack at 56. Smoking given as the cause though he had stopped 6 months before and taken up running which was a bit ironic! Too little too late! Still i smoked. The wonder of the nicotine spell! Now I am 40. 1 year to go before I beat my mothers record of life! And my own 9 year old daughter to boot. Add in a dreadful cough thats been going on for 5 months which left me feeling like I was drowning, and a good few smoking crows feet and I decided that enough is enough. I am choosing life and hoping to god I have not made the decision too late.