Today at the dentist, he stopped for a moment and asked to examine my tongue in detail. I thought oh sh--t, is it time to pay the piper? Tongue cancer! I spent a few seconds thinking about me with no tongue and chemo and the horror. I thought here is the result of 30 years of smoking, my stupidity, my feeling of invincibility letting me suck up death sticks for so long.

 

After a few seconds he moved on. All routine. Phew!

 

Another reason never to take another puff. Another reason not to fool myself into thinking that smoking will some how help me deal with stress, or diet, etc.

Oh, I can picture myself panicking in that situation!  So glad all is well! 

Whew, indeed!! xox

(((beacon)))

Glad all was ok sweetheart...

When we smoked...we didn't think of stuff like that...it's only when you quit...we see the danger

I had to have a biopsy on my tongue years ago....did it scare me enough to quit...........no......

Crazy thinking...

(((beacon's mom)))

so glad everything is okay!!  xo

Glad everything is okay!! I get those thoughts way too often, almost daily. It's extreme anxiety in my case. So happy to hear it was routine and everything is good! :)