My mother smoked when I was growing up, though to her credit, she always quit when pregnant -- and this was before the dangers of smoking were as widely recognized as they are now. I'm a former smoker who smoked off and on most of my adult life.
My ME/CFS journey started with a mono diagnosis in June of 2014, and I quit two months before that, because although I wasn't yet sick, I started to feel "off" in a way that's hard to describe. I hadn't been to a doctor in a number of years, so I knew I needed to go in for a physical. I also knew any doctor I saw would tell me to stop smoking, so I decided to just quit and take that issue off the table.
It was hard, but it was a relief to quit for many reasons. I was traveling a lot before I got really sick and it became almost impossible to find a hotel that allowed it. I was also both ashamed to be a smoker and really didn't want to bother people with my second-hand smoke, so the logistics of finding a place to enjoy a smoke in private were taking up a lot of my time and energy.
Having said all that, I miss it! I get such intense cravings out of the blue sometimes that the only thing that stops me from popping out to the corner store for a pack is my chronic fatigue which, has me housebound for now and unable to make the 1-1/2 block journey.
If I found out the end of the world was coming, I'd send my partner out for a carton and live it up a little in my final days.