badly_knitted's Fluff Emporium

We hate lung cancer in our household. My stepfather quit smoking not long before he married Mom in 2002. A handful of months later, he was diagnosed. He died in 2005. Four years later, we found my father's obituary in our local paper. He had also died of lung cancer, after years of smoking like a chimney. As far as I'm concerned, my father had it coming; but my stepfather didn't.

So something in both Mom and I freezes up at the thought of cancer of any type, but especially this variety.

Dee, stop smoking!