The failt in out stars

Despite the tumor-shrinking medical microcell that has brought her a few years, hazel has never been anything but terminal, he final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist names Augustus waters suddenly appears at cancer kid suppose group , hazels story is about to be completely rewritten. I will actually make the real book, copies of the real book, I'm just coping it down here so u don't have to pay for it, u can thank me later, just remember I'm writing this it might not be full chapters but I'll try, BE GRATEFULL! Lol

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1. chapter one

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed. Presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quiet a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effect or cancer. Bit, in fact, depression is not a side effect or cancer. Depression is a side effect or dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really) But my mom believed I required treatment, so she took me to see my regular doctor Jim, who agreed that I was veritably swimming in a paralyzingly and totally clinical depression. And that therefore my meds should be adjusted and also I should attend a weekly support group.

This support group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states or tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

The support group, of course, was depressing as hell. It met every Wednesday in the basement of a stone-walled episcopal church shaped like a cross. We all sat in a circle right in the middles of the cross. Where the two boards would have met, where the heart of Jesus would have been.

I noticed this because Patrick, the support group leader and the only person over eighteen in the room, talked about the heart of Jesus every freaked meeting, all about how we, cancer survivors, we're sitting right in christs very sacred heart and whatever.

So here's how it went in gods heart: the six or seven or ten of us walked/wheeled in, grazed at a decrepit selection or cookies and lemonade, sat down in the circle of trust, and listened to Patrick recount for the thousands time his depressingly miserable life story- how he had cancer in his balls and they thought he was going to die but he didn't Durand now here he is, a full grown adult In a church basement in the 137th nicest city in America, devices, addicted to video games, mostly friendless, eking out meager living by exploiting his cancertastic past, slowly working his way towards a masters degree that will not improve his career prospects, waiting, as we all do, for the sword or Damocles to give him the relief that he escaped lo those many years ago when cancer took both of his nuts but spared what only the most generous soul would call his life.

AND YOU TOO MIGHT BE SO LUCKY!

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