... ask questions, dry her tears, remind her to keep breathing, and watch the oncologist become so squirmy by her tears he can hardly be in the room.  I went with Andi for her first treatment of chemo, and while the nurse is telling both of us that the medicine she’s about to push through Andi’s IV is called “the red devil” (WHO THE FUCK SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT?) I turned to Andi, looked directly...