Today would have been my mother’s birthday, but she died nearly 2 years ago after a long battle with emphysema — she smoked from the time she was 16 until she was diagnosed. And by that time, it was too late. She knew what was coming. She’d watched her older brother die of emphysema a few years earlier. She recounted his last days, struggling to climb the few steps to his bedroom, despite the hose delivering rich oxygen to his damaged lungs.
As I stand in synagogue to say Kaddish (the traditional Jewish Mourner’s Prayer) for her on the anniversary of her death and other ritually proscribed times, I think about how hard the last years of her life were and how avoidable her death was. Maybe the dangers of smoking were unclear when she began and certainly early movies and TV glamorized smoking, but the evils of smoking were known long before she contracted the disease that eventually took her life.
Despite the increasingly scary warnings, she continued to smoke. Even after I was diagnosed with asthma from breathing her second hand smoke, she didn’t stop. Subsequently, when 2 of her grandchildren were diagnosed with serious asthma problems, she merely resorted to smoking in the garage. She even had a little folding chair and a table to hold her ashtray, some books, and a cup of coffee set up there. Due to lack of ventilation, the second hand smoke level in the garage could almost cause cancer just from walking into the garage.
My mother was always active. She played golf with the neighborhood women at least once a week in the spring and summer and bowled with many of these same women in the fall and winter. She volunteered at the local hospital — one of the ubiquitous “Pink Ladies”. She helped my sister raise her 3 kids and went to all the games, recitals, and other events featuring her grandchildren.
But, the last few years of her life, she was mostly home-bound because she was tethered to an oxygen unit and became very winded if required to walk more than a short distance. She used a wheelchair during her infrequent outings. She spent quite a bit of time hospitalized or in a nursing facility and her rich life was reduced to watching TV – mostly judge shows that she would tape and replay.









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