Yesterday I was at the hospital to have my shoulder looked at. When I left, I walked through the cancer building and saw many people who had lost their hair because of treatment. Given my long history of smoking, the sight of so many people battling cancer hit home.
As soon as I got out of the building I smelled cigarette smoke coming from a car not 100 ft from the entrance to the cancer center. It was tempting to feel self-righteous, but that was tempered by the memory of me smoking in that very same parking lot less than a year ago. I almost felt like I was looking back in time. I was looking at myself at a time when even the ominous CANCER CENTER sign couldn't dissuade me from lighting up. The 4 1/2 months separating me from the guy in that car have been quite difficult at times and, frankly, a pain in the ****. But there is no question who I'd rather be right now.