My mother did well for many years with one lung. When cancer finally got her, it moved in fast. To watch her struggle to breathe daily was something i'll never ever get out of my mind. BUT, she wanted to do things like 'normal' people, even though she was attached to an oxygen tank. Shop, visits to the zoo, and even Disneyland were always something she wouldn't say no to!
One year, she wanted to go to Vegas with me. Our friend and neighbor, Chuck, rigged up the backseat of our 66 Pontiac Grand Am to hold her giant oxygen tank (the one we attached the smaller portable tank to, so that we could refill it). Mom and I spent 4 days in Las Vegas. We had a wonderful time. The rigging of the backseat of the Grand Am came in handy, when mom and dad went back to Vegas just about 2 months before she passed.
This is me (at about 1yr old) and my mom. and yep, there's a cigarette in her hand. i chose this picture because besides the beauty of the picture there's also a reminder to me of why she's not here.
I found this posting about Lung Cancer Awareness month. It rings true!