It's 2:46 in the morning and I am all teary-eyed. Just a while ago, I heard my dad forcefully coughing in the bathroom. This has happened a several times before.
Whenever I hear this, it widely awakens me. I then have to pay close attention to it and hope that it is not something of what i think it is...from all those years of smoking.
Once I hear it, I become highly anxious and my mind takes me somewhere in the future, during and after that very final day. From there, I can't stop myself.
One time, I told my mom to get him to see a doctor. My mom replied carelessly, but it was obvious that her words did not mean anything. I really want to get him checked up myself, but there's a thing.To make it short and simple, he is not of that age yet, in order to be automatically covered. Despite of that, I desperately want him to get checked early as possible. The more he continues without a checkup, the worse it will get when he reaches of that age. And it would seem to be unable to get rid of.
I have always been bugging him to quit throughout my life. He did try to quit once. When I was little, I would always be on a lookout to see if he was smoking or not. Whenever I caught him sucking that little piece of butt, I would breakdown and try to make myself cry really hard. That way, he wouldn't smoke or get to smoke. After seeing so much of my fake-and-real emotional breakdowns, it prompted him to stop... for only short period of time. Now that I have grown up, I've become less and more worried, on and off. As of now, I don't know what else to do. All I can do is that I continue to bug him. I know, somewhere along the way, he will try to stop. I understand that it is really for hard for him to resist. It's so addictive.
As far as I am concern by his familiar late-night awakenings , I am trying not to get myself convinced that he may have lung cancer.