I smoked for just one day when I was about thirteen and got so sick that I never went back to it. I was one of the lucky ones. It was quite a different story for my mother, however. She was a heavy smoker all her life and died of emphysema at the age of 65. Toward the end, she was in and out of hospitals, on and off respirators, and had a huge oxygen tank by her bed. There were times when she had to fight for every breath. The lack of oxygen to her brain caused her to become irrational and difficult to deal with. It was the type of existence I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, let alone someone I loved. If the following resources help just one person kick the smoking habit, creation of this website will have been well worth it.