These bilingual letters are not answers, but invitations to raw, honest, and unguarded connection. They reach out as ardent echoes that hold space for the shifting truths that live within the uncertainty of illness. As a young adult with a terminal cancer diagnosis, I write from the delicate borderlands between loss and becoming, where time feels both fleeting and boundless. Allow these words to be the threshold from which dialogue emerges, where our collective stories find voice and shape new understanding.