Dear Edward,
The surgery wasn't successful. The doctor said that a malignant tumor means it grows and moves around, and by the time they had gotten in, the cancer had spread too far to cut out during that surgery. They said it was in my stomach now, and they would need to do another surgery with a new team. They said as soon as I agreed they would schedule it for the next morning. Then he told me that the survival rate wasn't very high, only a dozen cases have made it, and that stacked on top of the cancer itself made it almost too risky for them. I had about a month without the surgery, but with a successful surgery I could get another year. I agreed. I didn't want another year without you.
Alice was trying to distract me earlier, telling me about what happened in the week that I was gone, after the party. Two new kids came to school, both our age, and they met Alice and Emmett. They were brother and sister through adoption, but now that the sister is eighteen, they aren't really related. Alice spent some time with the brother, Jasper, and she thinks he likes her. She knows they were meant to be, and I can tell by the way she talks about him that it's true, she just doesn't want to be the first one to make a move. Emmett has fallen head over heels for the sister, Rosalie. They are already talking about a future together. She balances out his almost-childlike nature really well. It would be surprising that they both found matches so quickly, but after seeing it with you and me it's not.
The nurse is forcing me to turn out the light now. She says that if I want any hope for surviving the surgery tomorrow I need to be well rested.
I love you.
Bella