There have been times in my life when I felt I was experiencing "midnight" - financial setbacks, arguments with family members, or a myriad of other "important at the time" crises. But on Monday, August 7, 1995, these false midnights paled in comparison to the words, "Roger, it's cancer, and it doesn't look good." The doctor's voice on the telephone was pleasant, caring, and professional - not at all the type of voice you might associate with what I considered a death sentence. It was 3:00 in the afternoon on beautiful summer day, but in my heart, it was midnight. -- ROGER BENNETT