My Grandfather died of lung cancer in '85 and I was sporting a 1 1/2 pack-a-day habit myself at that time. It took me three months after until one day I woke up and declared to Pat that I was done. I cleaned out all the paraphanelia, tossed all of the leftover cigarettes, and really really meant it that time. I went cold turkey. That was November of '85 and I have not had a single ciggy since.