Having a son was what really inspired me to quit smoking. That was in August 1995. He was a year and a half at the time. Knew I couldn't hide it and didn't want to have a double standard. Got diagnosed with congestive heart failure in November 1996, and was told I had a fifty percent chance of living longer than a year. Made me glad I quit when I did and wished I had never started. Got a good cardiologist and decided to fight to stick around. My boy needs his "Big Daddy." My thoughts and prayers are with you for a speedy recovery and the strength to fight the nicotine addiction. Maybe if we called it that instead of "smoking," people would take it more seriously for what it is. Hang in there. And keep us posted on your progress.