A mother greets her children after school Thursday September 26th. Met with unheralded excitement she embraces them with long secure hugs. She would never mention that a lump found earlier that week in her breast would cause her to miss the most important things in life. At seven and ten years old, life as they knew it was great. Grass was cut, bills were paid, and Sundays were narrow victories or losses by the Carolina Panthers. The doctors seemed positive about treatment because they're convinced the disease hasn't spread beyond control. They would be wrong. Sunday October 6th carried many defeats on the day but none would be greater than the mother of two. The aggressive breast cancer took her life. The flags and NFL apparel covered in pink this week represent more to those who have been affected by such losses. Nonetheless, every one of us have experienced first-hand or know someone that has been affected by this disease. I want to leave you with something to think about. When Cam threw the third interception on Sunday I was not thinking about the lives lost to breast cancer. I was thinking we still have time to rally the troops and bring this win back to NC. Man, I was wrong. We were a dumpster fire team(BW"s favorite saying). Although the result was not what any Panther fan would choose, we are at least alive to be happy or pissed off about the outcome.