Occasionally, I do some good...

So I was talking to Andy last week. Cancer Andy. He's actually had some decently good news. The tumor is contained in his pancreas. The radiation seems to be having some effect. His new doc has told him the statistics don't apply, as he's young and strong. He still has his hair. We're talking about how he found out and how he felt--shocked, hopeless, etc...

Andy:"...until I talked to you."
Me: "Me? Why?"
Andy: "'Cause everyone else treated me like I'm already gone. Telling me they're sorry and that's rough and all that. You--you walk up and say, 'F-U-C-K, Andy. Someone told me you were a horse, a machine. Go kick this S-H-I-T in the A-S-S.' That made me think I had a chance. I nearly cried like a girl. But don't you tell anyone! "

Note: Andy doesn't curse, so he spells it out...?