Dear Andrew,
Almost wrote 17 there.
Christmas was amazing wasn't it? We had snow, we had a Christmas tree, the whole shibang. And I had you and Ash by my side.
How better to start the new year, right? We both cuddled up in the sofa under the layers of blankets (we really need to get the heating fixed) and you were holding Ash. The countdown began and you just leaned in to kiss me like you did every new year.
But it wasn't like any new year. We have a family now.
I know I'm going to end this on a bad note but the doctors say I'm getting worse- "the treatment isn't working".
God I felt my heart stop beating for a few seconds as she slowly slid the leaflet over about how to be comfortable. We haven't sat down and talked about it yet. We don't want to come to terms with, just ignoring it, pushing it to the back of our heads until we actually have to do something about it. And unfortunately I have a feeling we have to do that talk pretty soon. I feel so weak, Drew. I don't even have a "bad day" anymore because I feel like shit everyday.
Whatever happens, just know that I love the both of you very much,
Love Spencer xx
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Короткий рассказ21/12/16 Dear Andrew, You said we should write letters to each other. No one does it anymore you said. Its all messages and yellow emojis. I love the way you can't say yellow properly. Yal-low I love you, Spencer xx --- Chapters are really short...
