Posted: February 11, 2019 in Postcards from Cancerland.


I’ve never been a sweatpants kind of guy.

I’ve always preferred jeans or cargo shorts.
Sweatpants never looked good on my squatty body.
They bunched up in weird places.
They made my legs look even shorter. That gave me the appearance of someone with the legs of a adolescent bored hippopotamus.
Athletic people wear sweatpants.
I’m not athletic…at all.
The implication is that “Hey! you are going to sweat in these pants”. That really isn’t appealing to me either.
But, things change…
During the last few weeks, while I heal from surgery and get ready for more treatment, I have grown to love and truly appreciate sweatpants.
Honestly, I was afraid of sweatpants before. They never fit me right.
Now, I really don’t care.
I have realized what the people of Wal-Mart have known for years…
Comfort is more important than conformity.
Fashion fades.
Things change.
In the last few months…
Our fight plan against the belly bully changed because the first round didn’t work.
Treatment was interrupted by an emergency surgery.
We are putting together a new plan.
We have a meeting at Duke this week to discuss stem cell transplant.
Things change.
I currently weigh 172 pounds! I don’t remember the last time I weighed 172 pounds, it might have been 10th grade!!!
I don’t recommend the cancer/colon removal/ice chip/liquids only diet plan. But, my body has changed…
A few days ago I was wearing cargo shorts (WITH a belt!), I was walking into a crowded building, there were even several innocent children. As I was walking, my shorts began to slide down. I was seconds away from dropping trouser in front of at least 23 unassuming people. I caught it and walked around the rest of the day with my finger in my belt loop, holding things up and trying not to expose my brightly colored boxer briefs.
That is when I decided that it might me good to try sweatpants.
Things change.
Except for my hope.
My plans change.
My situation changes.
My body changes.
My God does not change.
“I am the Lord, and I do not change.” – Malachi 3:6
Malachi is the last book of the Old Testament, God is telling his people you might not hear from me for a while, but that doesn’t change anything.
We have learned that you can make your plans, but life can change in an instant.
Life is more sweatpant than skinny jean.
You got to be flexible and move with the fabric of the moment.
Hang onto what doesn’t change.
Hang onto hope!

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