Dears,
The oxygen people delivered the wrong kind of oxygen: large home canisters instead of a portable oxygen concentrator. This meant Val couldn’t take them on the airplane this morning. However, since the airline people saw she was using oxygen, they also wouldn’t let her on without it. Calls to the on-call weekend oncologist were answered with worried regret. Calls to the oxygen-delivery people elicited the info that they need two weeks’ lead time to deliver the portable O2 concentrators. This will be useful feedback for the ER people if we ever get around to it.
So now we have loaded lots of heavy oxygen equipment and canisters into Val’s car, along with a bunch of other stuff, and Brooke is driving Val to Montana. After Val and her family have a few days together, I will fly out and join her. If we are lucky we can get our hands on a portable oxygen concentrator in Montana so that we can both fly back.
Deborah
Good lord. Why does this stuff have to be a fiasco. I am thinking of you two and Brooke and oxygen.
Ugh. So frustrating.
Incredibly frustrating, and I’m glad that you guys once again found a way to work around it.