A weekend of rest

I arrived in Mpls yesterday afternoon after a stop at Trader Joe's to restock the larder. Alyssa's directions got me directly to the hospital. Kit left Evan earlier in the day to head to Milladore for a couple of days, so I found Evan alone. He finished the last bag of chemo yesterday and now has to spend the weekend in the hospital "resting." This is not easy for Evan. He's trapped in a little cell, chained to an IV unit that has the soft mechanical sound of a can crusher and is awakened every 2 hours when he can sleep and then told he just needs to rest. It's simply not a restful environment. The Outdoor News was a welcome sight to him yesterday and the latest edition of Full Cry, (a tree hound magazine) might help when I it bring today, but still, these next two days are going to be tough. I'll be heading up there shortly with a book and my knitting and a peanut butter sandwich for Evan, just in case he'll try a bite or two. He's already asked for liver sausage when he gets out, so I know his appetite will come back soon. Just two days of rest and the transplant and we'll see just how quickly it returns.