I had my first cigarette when I was 9yrs old. I was instantly hooked! I continued to smoke approximately 1 _ packs a day for the next 40 years. I had trouble breathing, had to use an inhaler, got bronchitis so many times I can’t count, and nothing would stop me! The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to reach for a cigarette. Growing up, I would beg, borrow, or steal to get my fix. I might as well have been an heroin addict! I got up for work 2 hours early just so I could get plenty of smokes in before I went. No matter how sick I was, I couldn’t stop smoking. I had times where I was hospitalized where I would take my IV pole and sneak out of the hospital just to smoke. Sometimes I would go into the public restrooms so I could smoke. The only person more addicted than myself, that I knew of, was my father who smoked 4 packs a day. There was nothing anyone could say or show me that would make me stop. I couldn’t even stop when I was pregnant. So I had 2 daughters who ended up as smokers themselves. Today, they talk about crack babies. I had nicotine babies. I tried many times to quit smoking. I went cold turkey, I tried slowly cutting back, I would only allow myself one cig. every 2 hours, nothing worked. My husband quit smoking after a bad lung infection. That was the beginning of the constant pestering. I decided to try harder and started taking Chantix. Well, telling me I could smoke and take Chantix was all I needed to hear. I began my