Coasting

Evan is working this week as he coasts his way into another chemo treatment next week. He's looking great after shaving his head last week -- the straggly falling-out in clumps look is simply not flattering on anyone. On Tuesday he'll head back into the hospital in Marshfield for what we hope will be his last chemo treatment here before the transplant.
Before then, however, it's -- you guessed it -- the opening of bear season. Everything up to this point has been keeping tabs on where the bears are. This weekend marks the beginning of being able to shoot one. Neither Evan or Ned have a permit to shoot (thank goodness!), but their friends do. Evan and Ned have permits to handle the dogs. Kit and Karl will go along for the show, from what I understand. Frankly, I don't get it, but since they never invite me, I guess I don't have to. My job is to stay home and hope I never have the opportunity to cook bear. Actually, it's more like go to work and hope against the bear reality, but that's beside the point.
At any rate, after that excitement, and the chemo, Evan will wait two weeks before going to Minneapolis again for another scan to see how much the chemo has done. If it looks good, it's transplant time. In the meantime, we'll all hope the next treatment isn't too hard on him, but that all of it has wreaked no uncertain havoc with the crap in his lung. The transplant seems a long time coming; I can't begin to imagine how long the last two years must seem to Evan. He's ready to go. Karl is ready to go. All they need is for the planets to align. Look to the heavens; it's time for things to go right.