I’m thinking of something along the lines of, “I’m so glad Christina Applegate beat breast cancer so that she can start working on lung cancer.”
Smoking is a total bitch. It’s completely addictive and I don’t underestimate the power nicotine wields over its victims. I smoked for a couple of years but never felt the true need to smoke. I would just get drunk and decide that smoking enhanced how fuckable I looked. My twenties were fun.
But Applegate’s life was spared by early detection of breast cancer. The woman is thirty-seven and has already undergone a double mastectomy. Obviously she has a lot more living to do. Christina, put down the frigging cancer sticks and respect this life, this second chance, that you’ve been gifted with.