To my husband, Corn Husk;
There is no way to convey in writing how bad I feel right now. My head is beeing hammered by a jackhammer, and I think this is probably the last time I’ll ever be able to write.
The doctors aren’t very optimistic, they’re giving me just a couple weeks before I die. However, I suggest youstill hold on, because I don’t feel nearly happy enough to allow somepony to come see me. Besides, you’ve got a ton of problems to worry about. Slate, that Lance situation, and that battle that’s not going to end up very well no matter what you ponies do. Capturing the queen is truly a bad idea. I should know, I’ve read about it.
So, in classic Chrissy fashion, I suppose I have a lot of things to talk about overall. I don’t really remember them all that well, so I may be able to recall them. Perhaps not very well, wait, where was I?
Right.
So, not only has my headache grown up into a big headache. But I’m getting dizzy, and Sparky says I’ve passed out a remarkable amount in the past couple days.
I almost forgot to write you, sorry. However, this tumor isn’t making anything easier. In fact, it’s made things... less easy? I’m sure there’s a word for that.
Whatever the case, the doctors identified that I’m a little beyond saving now. If they just let it loose, I should survive another couple weeks before dying. However, these symptoms have been messing withmy. Mind.
In case it wasn’t already evident.
Jack has continued his Changeling crusades. Well, not crusades, but that peace activist thing. The thing he’s been doing recently, if I remember correctly.
He’s not doing it in the hospital, thank Luna, but he’s been continuing outside... of here.
Some ponies are listening, but not much. It seems that his peace activist thing isn’t really doiing much else. That hasn’ already been done. Or what ponies have been doing already.
What I’m trying to say is that some ponies believe Changelings are alright. Most believe they’re stupid and villains without remorse. Slate’s been getting a few supporters right now. They don’t believe he’s representative of the entire population, however.
I don’t know how Jack managed to copy ypur letter thingies, but he’s been using them for the overall benefit of Changeling populations. Or for the overall benefit of how ponies view Changeling populations. He wants Changelings to be viewed very good.
Also, Lance, might be a good choice if I ever die. You have my blessing when I do pass on.
The doctors have decided to stop treatin me. I’m not getting any better, but they don’t think they could prolong my life any longer than they have. They’ve been doing some stuff to keep me alive long enough to see you. I don’t know what they’re doing, but I presume that anything that allows me to see you is... good.
Life’s been such a slog. In case it wasn’t already evident. I’m so fuzzy, and I don’t know what to write, or say, and everything hurts, and I just don’t know how long I’ll be here. I’m forgetting words left and right, and I simply can’t think without that really bad buzzing in my mind. Screwing with my writing, of course.
Now, I’m dying to see you again, Corn. Please don’t make it literal. I don’t think I could see you if I’m dead. That would be very hard to arrange. I couldn’t see.
Right, so presuming you’ll get back before I die, I wish you the best in that battle thing. Defeat as many of the enemies as you can!
So, my health, that’s out the window. The doctors say my health is rapidly decling, they aren’t able to do a thing about it! That sounds good, but also kind of worrying. I should still last a while longer! I can still hang on until you come back! I hope. Corn, come back. Please. I beg you. I’m dying.
I mean, I feel like I’m forgetting something. Well if I forgot something than it can’t possible be important! I mean, it’s not like it’s anything I’ve covered.
With all affection and love,
Chrissy.
Right! I forgot to mention Sparky! Silly me.
Sparky isn’t doing that much better than last week. In fact, she’s probably worse. She’s not happy over my declining mental state. She in says that she could’ve transcribed this week. I think that even though my headache’s bad and I can barely think straight. I can still write, so why should I have her transcribe them. Sparky, she’s so crazy sometimes.
Regardless, she’s not crying over me like she was last week. She’s still very concerned for my health. Oh, and her and Jack have been getting even closer! My death is truly bringing our two children together! That’s good, right?
Anyways, I absolutely love her and her girlfriend, too. Jack, I love him as well, but his Changeling stuff is really gettingin the way of spending time with family. Sparky’s considerate, though. She’s always by my side, and I truly hope it’ll stay that way.
Also, your friends sound really nice. I’d love to meet them when you come back. I think you’re doing the right thing. I think. Jack convinces me you are. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never met a Changeling. Perhaps they’re good souls. Perhaps they aren’t.
Whatever, I truly love you, can’t wait for you to get back. Also, it’s so nice that you think of Slate as a good friend. More importantly, you do still love me, right? Lance isn’t convincing you otherwise.
Like I said earlier (I think), you have my blessing to love her if I die. She seems like a perfectly respectable pony. I would love to meet her along with Slate when I get the chance. Bring then both when you come back. Love you Corn!
With all affection and love (for real);
Chrissy.