Josh,
When my mom was dieing of cancer I went to visit.
My Dad called and said...it was time.
My sister picked me up at the airport, I asked her to bring a bottle of tequila.
I drank half by the time I got to the hospital.
So, I was wasted and reeked seeing my whole family. It was pathetic.
Never again.
My cravings are a joke these days. it has gotter so much better.
Wanting to quit was half the battle won. Now I am educated. Now I must suffer.
It has gotten better by the moment.
Thanks.