What is cancer exactly?
Augustus has a very interesting way of defining it: "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner."
I'm sorry (not really) for the long quote.
So far we've seen Augustus as a strong, confident, young man. He was decided to live as well as he could - and he has. But now, cancer has struck again. It is everywhere in him (Christmas tree). I could say now that some of the life in him has waned, though only a little. I think it's a situation one can not even imagine how it must feel like unless you live it. Yes, we get sick all the time, but what about when it's your own body turning itself on you? What then? Augustus has accepted his destiny but not quite made its peace with it. He likes this world. He loves Hazel. He wants to stay and get a chance at a future with her, even though they both know it's impossible. I believe that we ought to make the most of our time here, invest it in the people we love, the things we love, making our dreams come true, and fight the battles along the way; because that's life, and we only get one to live.
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