My grandmother gave up smoking to raise me when I was an infant. She quit because my mother would not allow her to see her grandchildren. Instead of quitting for me it would have made me a lot happier if she would have never started. For many years she smoked two packs of KOOL cigarettes a day. At first she didn't smoke around me but smoked without me being in her presence.
             When I was in fifth grade I remember my parents talking about my grandmother. By this time my grandmother had actually completely quit smoking. So I eagerly listened to what my parents were saying. Then my mother told my dad that my grandmother had told my mom that she had coughed up blood. My grandmother wasted no time to go see a doctor. She was in a doctor's office in a matter of days so they could perform some tests on her to find out what the problem was.
             A few days passed after she had gone to the doctor's office .I stayed home sick from school one day and stayed at my grandmother's house while my parents were at work. I remember sitting on the couch watching the television while my grandfather was sitting in his chair and my grandmother was doing stuff around the house. Then the phone rang and it was my mom and she had made some calls while she was at work and she found out that my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. At the time I was still rather young and the magnitude of the seriousness in this issue didn't really sink into me at all.
             And the doctors gave my grandmother a couple of choices. They could try chemotherapy on the cancer cells on her lung and see if it deteriorates the cell was rather small as my grandmother luckily acted on the blood immediately. Most people don not act on the blood and just shrug it off, meanwhile the cancer cell is growing. She could also have surgery performed to have the cancerous lung removed. Then my grandmother turned to my mother for advice, as she is a Registered Nurse. My mom ...