Trying to Catch My Breath

Dear Dr. Barnes,
I write again to inform you that I am about to embark on my journey to come meet you. The journey will be long and treacherous, and there is fair chance that I will not reach you alive. However I have come to terms with the fact that this is what I must do in my life. I am at peace with the fact that I may die, but there is no point in continuing this mundane routine with no tangible end, and no expected change. I hope that I will find my way in life by taking this journey, and maybe find cleansing for my soul to rid of these terrible signs. My health continues to worsen, each breath being snatched from my lungs before I can finish it. I feel weak and I continue to feel the terrible signs that I have already described. I hope to meet a doctor along the way, as I have been told that our medicine is advanced, and this leaves me with hope of life. If you don't hear from me within the week I pray that you send word to my family regarding my death and that it was for a noble cause. They know not where I have gone, for I was too afraid that if I saw their faces of disappointment I would not have been able to leave.
Until next letter,
Osiris