If That Were Me

One of my friends had to pull the car over after hearing the news about Elizabeth Edwards on the radio. A few of us who have had breast cancer, too, called each other -- to curse, mostly, and offer up an "amen" to her decision, their decision.

We'd amen anything she decided, of course. But if that were me, we all agreed, we'd be right where she is, saying, "Baby, swing for the fences, and don't you DARE drop out and put that on me."

She believes in her husband, with everything she's got. "We've got the guy," is how she put it to me in an interview during his first presidential campaign. So for her to be the reason he had to quit and go home? Not a chance, because that really would be a death sentence.