I did not take the pictures in this chapter until our last chemotherapy session. The truth is that – while I always tried to be chipper and supportive – the day of chemotherapy horrified me. No matter how pain-free the day, I knew what this medicine would be doing to Corinne for the next couple of weeks.

It was scary for me to see the people in the room who were sicker than Corinne. One day at chemo, we saw a man — extremely sick and weak — rushed off on a stretcher to the hospital, surely to die (but, somehow, he was back again the next week). And it was sad for me to see the brand new patients, full of energy (and hair) happily coming in to start their treatments.