My amazing Hazel Grace,
There's something I need to get off my chest. I don't know when I'll give you this letter, but I need to say it. Okay, type it. About a week and a half ago, I started feeling a pain in my left hip. I didn't think it was anything to worry about, but I decided to have it checked anyway. I'm glad I did, too. I got a PET scan... my whole body lit up. The osteosarcoma is back and in full force. Was I scared to see this? Hell yeah. It scared the living shit out of me. However, I held myself together. I realized, like you said, we are all side effects of this life. Nobody knows how much longer I'll be here in this world. They said there's a chance, a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless, that it will disappear again and I'll go back into remission. Osteosarcoma is highly treatable, but with mine being in the advance stage, the doctor said if they were to treat it, it might still not work. If it did, it would take so much of my energy, not to mention more limbs, possibly all of the rest, that he doesn't want to risk it yet. I'm on a medication and they're seeing if it helps the cancer fade away. I'll fight it as long as I possibly can. For you, okay? Just know, Hazel Grace, I'm scared. I don't want to leave this world yet. I finally found something, someone to live for. I can't type anymore. I'm still in your hospital room sitting beside you. All I want to do is lay with you... And that's what I'm about to do.
Okay. I love you, Hazel Grace. Forever.
Augustus Waters