Dad was so ready to quit but then it was too late as he collapsed laying on the floor.
Having surgery is not a piece of cake or a walk in the park. I will never forget the day dad came out of the surgery. Shortly after the operation I was then finally allowed to go see him in the intensive care unit. What I saw brought tears to my eyes, made my body shiver and made me feel deep sorrow. Dad looked like she had the living beating out of him.
His colour did not look natural, body was all puffed and swelled up, had like tubes sticking in and out of his nose and various other parts of his body and also was hooked up to various pieces of electrical equipment.
The scariest thing of all was this respirator that was mechanically assisting his breathing. You could hear the machine filling his lungs with life giving oxygen and see his chest expanding as the respirators tubes flexed under the pressure.
Seeing Dad laying there in such condition, personally brought it home to me, how fragile life can be. How precious it is and how much I would miss my dad if he was gone. How I had better quit my own smoking habit before it happens to me. How, It is bad enough putting your self thru hell as the result of cigarette addiction, but putting your own kids thru the hell of seeing a parent laying there helpless, near death and hooked up to the nearest sounding machinery.
Now when I am older I will not going to put my kids through that the way my father was and seeing him suffering in pain.
