It's an odd day. A day that has made me really sit back and know I am never going to smoke again.
As a 13 year old I fought bitterly with my mum over the fact I smoked. She smoked so I reasoned it couldn't be that bad and she was just a hypocrite out to annoy me yet again.
Today I've been told that my mum won't see Christmas. Mum has COPD, she weighs 5 stone. Today, on mother's day I've been told she is unlikely to leave hospital. I can't help but think of my 13 year old and that I don't ever want her to see what I'm seeing now. Today makes the dangers of smoking so real, I will never ever touch a cigarette again, for the love of my daughter