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More bad news again
My leg was healing faster and faster. My doctor visits were becoming uncomfortable because each visit my mother was told that the money was not yet received.
Against doctors orders I walked in private. I practiced every chance I could. As soon as my mother left for work each day I would walk a little bit more. I felt intense pain with each step, but ignored it and kept trying.
One more trip to the Doctor Office. Instead of going straight to the regular examining room the nurse asked to see my mother. I started to get up on my crutches, but the nurse informed me to stay there.
"We need to see your mother first Victoria. Read a magazine and stay there." as she opened the door for my mother.
When my mother came out of the doctor’s office, she was wiping her face and blowing her nose. I stood up and asked her, "What's wrong mom?"
"Oh shit, something bad I know it" my mind told me.
"How do I say this?" as my mother tried to think of a subtle way.
"Victoria, your father cancelled your insurance and you are no longer covered for medical care under Blue Cross."
"What? Are you sure?" shocked and bewildered.
"Yep, the son of a bitch father of yours cancelled the insurance and kept all the money that they sent for the doctor."
"You’re lying! Vince wouldn't do that! My dad wouldn't do that!" I yelled
"I'm sorry, he did. And there is nothing I can do. Your doctor has refused to treat you until he receives payment."
"I'm not covered anymore? Is this for real?"
"For real" she said trembling.
"Wait, can't we go to take the test? Then he will have to, Right?" trying to find a possible way out of this.
"Victoria, even if you take the test, even if it proves 100% that he is your father, your still not covered for the operation."
"Why?"
"Because once he cancelled the insurance, no other insurance will pick up the bill for the next operation. There is a rule that excludes previous health conditions."
"But what about the test? Why can't we just take it?"
"For what? He won't pay out of his own pocket."
I said wishfully, "He's just holding the money. He's going to send it after we take the test. He is just trying to make you us take the test! He's a big asshole!"
"Yes he is a big asshole, you're right about that."
"I think it's your fault mom. If you would've allowed me take the test; then none of this would've happened."
"So I went through all this suffering for nothing! I hate him! I hate everything! I hate you too!" I said in a fit of anger.
Weeks went by and my wound healed up with new skin. I no longer used the crutches anymore. I knew that I had to be able to function with the metal in my leg. The screws were never intended to be a permanent part of my body. They were supposed to be taken out as soon as the bones healed. The doctor refused to see me. He told my mother she would have to get another doctor to do the rest. He deserved his pay and the bill had sky rocketed to ten's of thousands of dollars.
The child support checks stopped coming. But that didn't stop me from walking. I kept up my walking and managed to live with a mechanical leg. I had a terrible limp and was darn proud of it.
I never visited my 'alleged' father again.
At least I have my leg.
I heard that Vince bought a brand new Porsche with the money that was supposed to be for my leg.
So it's turns out she wouldn't allow the test ever!
She let me wobble in pain instead of facing the truth.
She never tried to get me medical aid from the government.
Isn't a mother supposed to fight for her child?
I often felt depressed when thinking of this.
So this is her way.
He got a new car and I limp with every step.
She gets drunk often and I hate her and Vince both!
Several years later, I finally trick her into telling me the truth.
Let me take you forward in time
For years my mother and I had an on and off relationship.
One day when I was 21 I told her that I took the paternity test.
"You’re lying!" she exploded.
"No, I did take the test and he is not my father."
"Impossible!"
No mom it's true, he is not my father.
"Swear to God?" she yelled.
"No he's not the father. The test proved it!" crossing my fingers because I was lying.
"Well I don't know what to say."
"How about the truth! Who is my real father?"
"Your father is dead. He killed himself before you were born."
"What is his name?" I asked in a cold tone.
"Your father's name is Dennis"
"I can't believe he is dead! How long did you know this?” I questioned the big liar.
"My cousin Rex told me he committed suicide and brought me a newspaper clipping years ago."
"Where is his grave?" I demanded.
"I don't know..." she said puzzled.
"What do you mean you don't know?
You just accepted the story without proof?" I did not believe her at all. "What is his mother’s name?"
"Betty, but she is probably dead now too. She was very old then, and must be dead now."
"Hold on" I picked up another phone line and called 411.
"Information, name please" said a female operator.
"Please give me the phone number of Betty ***** in Gardena Ca"
"Spelling please."
"I don't know how to spell it, just give me all the Betty's you have." trying to get some help.
"Here you go!" have a nice day.
I hung up and went back to the phone with my mother.
"Mom I just called 411 and got his mother's number. Let's call now." I dialed the number.
"Hello" an old lady on the phone said.
"Hello Madam, I am sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to you about your son Dennis. I was told that he had killed himself a long time ago, but I don't know where he is buried."
"Who is this? My son is not dead!" she was shaky.
"I am the daughter of Pamela. Do you remember a girl he dated named Pamela?"
"yes"
"Well it turns out that he is my father"
"Oh no, he has a family and this is going to make trouble for him. Pamela was a slut. Anyone could be your father! I am going to hang up!"
"Please don't hang up yet. Please help me. I just want to talk to him. Please give me his phone number." I begged.
"I'm hanging up now" click..... Phone goes dead.
I picked up my other phone, "Mom you still there?"
"Yes. What did she say?
"She wouldn't help me at all. She said you are a slut, and he is not dead!"
"NOT DEAD!" That's crazy, I read about it in the paper. I talked to his mom years ago and she told me it was my fault."
Well, I don't know what to believe, but he is alive and that is good news if any!
I ended that phone call and set out in search of my real father.
I forgot to tell my mother that I lied. Oh well, she deserves it!
More stories about this to come later, but for now I leave you wondering.
Hint: A blood test will be taken, but with whom?
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