My mother just passed away in July from lung cancer that spread rapidly throughout her body. She lived only a few months after her diagnosis. My son is 7 and was very upset. She was only 58. I am 37 this year, I've been smoking since I was 11. I quit 3 days ago. My motivation? My son looking at me and telling me he doesn't want me to die like Nana. Every time I think I want to smoke I remember that. It's not easy by any means. I am taking Wellbutrin and once a day I use my Blu ecig. But it's getting easier. I keep myself busy and pushing through. I can't slip or relapse for my son.