6th of December

Dear father

There can be no doubt

The outcome of the operation was conclusive

They couldn't remove it

In two days, I start the chemotherapy

I don't rate my chances

I'm too young

Much too young

It's growing, I know it

Why me? Why now?

For what reason?

I've sent Anna away

Her things are standing in the hall

Boxes of books and a suitcase

She gave me a picture of Italy

I hung it above granddad's sofa

Otherwise, the rooms are empty

Clinical, as you'd say

How apt

Don't worry

I'm strong

Your son