Ya' gotta want to quit to quit. The Doc has given you a reason, now you have to come to grips with the fact that you have a reason and decide it's really time. Mine was my oldest boy, back when it was just the two of us all alone. He came home from Kindergarten one day and said to me, "Let's don't buy any more of those big boxes (cartons), OK?", looking at me with worry in his big brown eyes. He was afraid that cigarettes were going to take his Dad away. We went to a Royals game, and I smoked the last Marlboro in a flip top box pack and decided that I didn't want to pay double price for a pack at the park so I didn't smoke any more that night. Next day I thought, "If I can make it through a day I can quit", so I burned Sunday. Monday at work was tough, but I bought a sack of Super Bubble and got sore jaws chewing bubble gum. That was the Spring of '77.