Dear Nash,
I know I haven't written in a couple of weeks. I've been so busy, and it's not like you care considering you haven't written me back.
Nash, several days ago, I collapsed. I had an awful headache so I walked down the stairs of my house to get some Advil. It was blurry, even with my glasses on. I couldn't reach the top of the medicine cabinet where the Advil was, and the next thing I knew I was falling, it was scary and it all happened to fast.
Luckily I fell hard enough to wake my parents up so they could take me to the hospital.
I remember waking up to white walls and the sound of beeps. My mother was in the room holding her face as she wept.
I didn't know what was going on, but somehow I knew something wasn't okay.
The doctor told me something Nash, something that affects everyone around me.
I have a brain tumor the doctor told me, and it wasn't a minor one. They asked me if I've been getting headaches frequently and I just replied with, 'once and a while.'
It's a special case, they don't know how I got it or what it is. The doctor said at the rate it's growing I'm not going to be able to get it removed and that I only have a couple of weeks left.
It's crazy isn't it? How life could be so perfect and then just become absolutely terrible within a few seconds, or days.
You're gone and I'm dying, all within a couple of weeks.
I'm at home now reading that book you bought me for my birthday a year ago, 'The Fault In Our Stars.' Ever since you introduced me it's been one of my favorites.
And now it's kinda a reality, well without the guy, and the creepy support group, and the trip to Amsterdam.
But it's about cancer, and a brain tumor technically is Cancer isn't it?
Anyways,
I love you Nash,
Goodbye.
