I was supposed to get on a plane yesterday. My dad was getting ready to be transferred to a rehab facility in California, to continue his convalescence, and my brother was taking the reigns again. We’ve been switching off care since November, he flying in from California and I from France. I needed to get back to Paris. My dad’s oxygen needs were down d…
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