Every once in a while, you read a Men's magazine, and find something truly TRULY disturbing. What follows is the true story (according to John Edwards) of how Elizabeth Edwards' cancer was discovered ...
From a profile in Esquire:
"I hope this isn't too personal," I said to Edwards, "but I was reading about how Elizabeth discovered her cancer this second go-around. It was a broken rib, correct?"
"Yes," Edwards said.
"The papers said you were hugging her -- which is always nice to hear, a married guy hugging his wife. It must have been bizarre. What happened, you just hugged her and heard a snap?"
"Maybe it is a little personal," Edwards said, laughing self-consciously.
"Maybe I don't want to know?"
"It was a perfectly reasonable question," he said, bailing me out.
"So hugging was perhaps a euphemism?"
"That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it," he said, raking his forelock with his fingers.
At the next overpass, the caravan pulled over. My time in the minivan had run out.
H/T: Amanda Carpenter (who reads Esquire cover-to-cover)
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