When my dad died of a stroke, my mother took comfort in one small possible positive outcome.
She hoped it would prompt me to give up smoking, considering dad's ciggie habit most likely had something to do with his early death.
It didn't. I smoked more.
But the following year, in 2004, I watched a dear friend slowly die of cancer. It scared the living hell out of me, so much so, I gave up smoking.
Cancer is an insidious disease. Those who are suffering from it or who have had loved ones die from it will tell you it can be the worst way to go.