My late husband died from lung cancer. He smoked for decades and then quit cold turkey. Eight years later, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Quitting is no guarantee.
No, it isn't, but if you think about that old line about "Death and Taxes", I think it's true. There are no guarantees for much of anything.
However, I have noticed that a number of people that I either knew or knew of who got cancer 8 to 12 years after they quit smoking. I asked my Doctor up in Eureka about that and she said that smoking definitely increases your risk, specially the longer you smoke. But she has also had a few patients who smoked for 50 years that
didn't get it. She believes that the overall risk for cancer starts at about 55%, then increases if you have any risk factors.
And of course, I learned the hard way that smoking does not just increase your risk for
one type of cancer. I've had skin cancer six times, stomach cancer and colon cancer. Unfortunately, I have a bad feeling that I might get it again as I have some of the same symptoms as I did before the colon cancer, and my Doctor here thinks I'm crazy that I don't want to do all the required tests. He sent me an email to make the necessary appointments.
I emailed him back and said
"In 2016 I was in the hospital for 10 days, told it would take about six months to recover, but I was sick every day for two years after the colon cancer surgery, and I don't want to go through that again. I've had a great life and if I die tomorrow, I'll die a content, if not happy man. Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal. I'm in absolutely no hurry to die, but by the same token, I'd prefer to not spend any of however much time I have left in my life camped out in the bathroom."
When I saw him the next time he tried to get me to change my mind. I said
"No, according to the California Code of Regulations Title 15, Section 3999.210, I have the right to refuse any medical treatment. I am exercising that right. I have an Advanced Directive that clearly states that I decline any emergency life saving treatment, and Do Not Resuscitate, that was created with mental competency."
I hope I live long enough to see 75. That was the age of the oldest person in my family when they died, going back several generations. Long Live Retired Hippie Guitar Players!
