With apologies to William Shakespeare and MacBeth,

"I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of tobacco scorned."

Something similiar to this was said right before old man MacDuff scored a direct hit. Let's hope you're so lucky that old woman cancer doesn't nail you, daylia, in your pleasant life of absurd theories and denial ("Now here's a hypothesis . . . Could it be possible that because of the "exercise" my body got (and gets) flushing out the toxins, it developed a stronger "flushing mechanism" /immune system than typically found in non-smokers?")

This is dumb luck, as anyone who has had cancer will tell you. No one deserves it, but some of us leave ourselves open to it a lot more than others.