We are waiting for Peggy to die. Which the doctors says is imminent. My wife, Michelle, is waiting at Peggy's beside at the hospital because she promised her that she wouldn't die alone. Peggy is dying of emphysema. She was a life-long smoker and it finally caught up with her. She is wasted away because she couldn't draw enough breath to get out of bed to eat. She pisses herself because she doesn't have enough energy to make it to the bathroom. And in a few hours she will be dead. To my friends that smoke, I love you and I don't want you to go through this.