Five years ago, just a few weeks before she was due to graduate from college, our daughter Rhonda was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. They allowed her to finish school before starting treatment, so she graduated on a Saturday and then started chemo the following Wednesday. It was a long, tough battle, including a week in the hospital fighting pneumonia, but in the end she was given a clean bill of health and an excellent outlook for the future. In the cancer fighting world when you reach the five year milestone, they consider you cured. So earlier this year, we began planning a celebration for her. Back in the spring she asked for a road trip and went to a concert with her mother. The other thing she asked to do was to see an Alabama game with me at Bryant Denny stadium. She had never seen her favorite team play at home, and that is how she wanted to celebrate beating cancer. So this past weekend we made the long drive to Alabama, visited the museum, walked the campus, and sat the cold to watch our team beat the stuffing out of an overmatched Chattanooga squad. We didn't care. It could have been thirty below and we would still have stayed for the entire game. She said, "I so happy to see a game in Bryant Denny stadium." I said, "I'm just glad you're alive." From way out west, ROLL TIDE!