This man. A rule follower - by both nature and nurture. Raised in a military home. Brought up in a strict form of religion. Became a navy pilot - where routine and rules were a must. And later an industrial engineer - a job where he makes the rules. He is a man of integrity and wisdom. He is as silly as he is strict. Quick-witted and invested. He is amazing.
He is now fighting a fight that has no rules. Cancer. Oh, there is knowledge of what should happen - of what could happen - as his body fights this invasion. If only the tumor would obey the laws of medicine. If only his body would withstand the onslaught of torture. If only he would survive.
What do you do when the rules have been taken off the table? When the fight is wide open and gruesome. A bloody mess. A fight to the death. Death of a tumor. Or death of a man.
You hope. You hope in the One Who doesn't play by the rules - because He writes the rules. He writes the story. He writes His Name on the man He has chosen. Jesus walked the streets with people. He saw them and He cared for them. He taught them and He loved them. He cried for them and He healed them. When others said there was no way, He brought healing and life. Miracles. Miracles don't follow the rules. They obey their Creator.
So to the man who follows the rules I say this: Keep on. Do what the doctors say and follow their ways. Fight to the death. But rest in the Miracle-Maker.