I'm much more afraid of how I might die than dying itself. I watched my dad slowly suffocate over a period of about 7 years after he was diagnosed with COPD and Emphysema. He continued to smoke and would even play with the O2 hose by holding it up to a lit cigarette and watching the cig burst into flames. If you've never seen anyone in ICU on a respirator having their lungs irrigated to flush out all the built up crud they no longer have the lung capacity to cough up by themsleves, you're lucky. Its not a pretty sight. Even seeing this first hand I could not quit. I'd resigned myself to dying the same way and was pretty depressed all the time. It effected my marriage, my work, nothing seemed worth the effort because I was sure I'd die horribly like my father and was down on myself because I knew how to prevent it and still couldn't do it. The only thing I discovered about nicotene replacement gimmicks was they go really well with a cigarette. Chantix side effects were really bad and as soon as I went off it I was right back to smoking. Hypnosis was a useless waste of money. Having the smoking switch flipped off in my brain while I was under anesthesia saved my life. I can't explain it and don't really care who, how or why. I'm just glad it happened.