My Nana

Last monday, February 22, my Nana's lung collapsed.

She was already in the hospital having been admitted last week. I visited her the day before her lung collapsed. The doctors and nurses had to stick a tube through her side and inflate her disabled lung. It was dramatic and shocking for all of us especially those who have been caring for her these past decades. She is about the same age as my maternal grandmother, however, they look completely different. Despite the contrast in ethnicity, there is one main difference that sets them apart: the grotesque, suicidal habit of smoking cigarettes.

Nana has been smoking way before I was born, my cousins were born, and her children were born. How she looks now does not fully reflect how damaged her insides are.
"If the Lord wants me he'll take me," she says as she sips her Diet Coke. She's having withdrawls, I tell myself, she drinks soda like it were the body's all natural necessity, water.

Smoking is one thing that does not make sense to me. Not only is it an addictive habit, it's a suicidal habit as well. It is not the same as treating yourself to sweets every so often or taking risks to fly an airplane or outdoor rockclimbing. Smoking is the worst! An addictive personality does not just affect them, it affects those around them. They damage their relationships just as they damage themselves. It ruins their lives and it dampens others'.

Why? is all I ask. And a stupid answer like, "Oh, because it's so hard." is lousy, misdirected, lost, and hopeless.

A lot of people...not all...but TRUST me A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE.....hopeless.

Not everyone can be saved.