She has every right to cry because you smoke. Listen to me...
I started smoking when I was old enough to know better... in my early 20's. In January 1994, when I was about 33 or 34 I think, I developed the flu, then pneumonia. That got me sent for xrays which showed a 'shadow' on my left lung. That got me sent for an MRI the first week of February, which showed a mass about the size of a grape. The doctor said it had to be removed, but I had to stop smoking first. It took me until late March and the help of a stop smoking aid (Cigarest, I think), to be able to stop. By that time I could barely breath. Oh the pneumonia was long gone. The tumor was squeezing my lungs. BOTH of them. A new MRI showed that it had grown substantially, had grown under my sternum, and was attached to the right lung. I was suffocating - literally.
On April 4, 1994, I underwent surgery to remove this tumor. Between the time of the latest mri and the surgery, the tumor had doubled in size. They had to remove my sternum, 4 ribs, and my left collar bone to get it all out. I died once on the operating table, and obviously was brought back. When the surgeon went out to the waiting room to tell my then-hubby, grandma, and mom that I was going to live, my hubby asked to see the tumor. He told me it was the size of a small watermelon. My grandma and mom agreed with him.
All from smoking. Quit now, while you're still young. The longer you smoke, the harder it is to quit. Even knowing that my life was on the line, it still toook me almost 3 months to quit.
Do it now.