Look what the cat dragged in...

So I'm in my wonderful hospital room again, Chemo was today, it went well.

But. I have other news. Guess who woke me up at seven in the morning?

My father.

and not my step dad either.

the bio-dad-that-left-me-when-i-was-4-and-gives-me-birthday-cards-that-are-ten-years-late.

Yea...that dad.

He looks the same. Old. More like an old scottish drunk to me. Ah, the wonders of life in the land of kilts and bagpipes.

So, my dad comes in, my mom behind him, (looking as pissed as hell) and he looks at me (I'm no sight to see) along with Clary, pregnant laying besides me...oh yes, what a wonderful family reunion.

You know what his first words are?

'Ey, son, you look great, how've ya bin?"


Haha, oh yea, I'm sure I look great in a hospital bed, two IVs in my arm, and looking like death washed over. Oh yea. I look swell.

My mom made me laugh, because then, she rushed out some of her anger by saying 'How the hell does he look great? He's got fuckin' cancer! He's been doin' fine, oh yea, just about died a few weeks ago! You need to fuckin see reality.."

So yea, that was one of the first times I've ever heard my mother swear (being the proper english woman she is, she does not use such foul language....like me..haha)

Clary sprung up then and sat on the couch, feeling embarrassed because she had no idea who this guy was.

So then I just, being the smart ass I was, say: "Hey dad, I'm doing great. I got my girlfriend, Clary, pregnant and I'm currently going under fourteen weeks of Chemotherapy. Oh, and thanks for the card, it was only about ten years late."

I have no sympathy or mercy for my father. When he left, he left heartlessly, disappearing then calling my mother to tell her he's sent the divorce papers (though they never were legally married.)

So then theres that awkward silence that kills us, and my dad suddenly goes: So, Son, what do you think about Canada?


Canada? Psh..its my dreamland, in places theres a population of 1, its icy, it has seals, it...has no sales tax...they speak french...

Canada is my fantasy land, as most of you know.

I didn't expect what would happen next...he said:


Because I think I'll take you there, how about after the holidays? We can escape to Camrose. My buddy got a shack up there that'll be perfect. We can catch up.


......>.>

<.<

Why does my dad have to make such assumptions that a small house in the least popuplated place is perfect for an eighteen year old kid that has leukemia, is going to be a father, and has so many life goals?

Oh yea, I want to be on a deserted place with a stranger. Sounds great.


My mom blew up again, with Clary, all yelling and cussing at him. I was silent, not believing that he'd actually invited me to living in Canada (what's so cool about canada? I can escape from politics? Lies. I don't really know what's in Canada) but still...I couldn't believe it.

Then, in the midst of the shower of cusses from my mother and Clary, my dad just pats me leg and says: "Think about it. I'll be back in a month."


A month...

This will be fun.

what will my answer be?

No...I think...

most likely no.

I have Clary here, and personally, she's better than anything else in the world...

so no. I won't be going to my population 1 dream place.

maybe someday...but definitely not with my bio dad.

keep reading,

~Ash