133 – March Miracle Cure, Part 2: 31 December 2024



This was Margaret on 19 September 2021.  on that day we celebrated the birthday of Margaret’s sister Maurine.  My beautiful Margaret wife was so full of life.  She did not live to see 19 September 2023.

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I could barely contain my joy.

In early December 2020, Margaret had been dying.

She had undergone harsh treatment involving chemotherapy and radiotherapy for six weeks – and now we had been granted a miracle.  The cancer had collapsed so much that it was barely visible.  The doctors had no explanation for what had happened.  

The doctors had thought Margaret would be dead by December 2020.  If it worked, the chemotherapy and radiotherapy was supposed to extend her life to about March or April or May 2021; and then Margaret was supposed to die.

But now all of those predictions had been upended.

The cancer had done a vanishing act.  It could not be seen by the surgeon.  If there was anything still there, it was only a remnant of the cancer.

In my mind, my gorgeous Margaret was no longer doomed to die from the cancer!  

She was going to live!  

Making things even better was the fact that the news of the vanishing cancer had arrived 13 days before Margaret’s 71st birthday on 29 March.

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Buoyed by the miracle of life, we decided to have a celebratory restaurant dinner and invite all of our friends. 

I sent this special text to Anne Ryan at 4.54 om on Sunday 14 March.

Hi Ann, I am certain Marg would love to have you present at her birthday dinner on 29 March – and so would I.  How about coming?

In those wonderful days when I was certain Margaret was going to live, I had no idea that I had already been cancelled.  I also had no idea that the cancer had not vanished.  It had only gone into hiding for a while.

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Anne Ryan never did reply to my text inviting her to come to our celebration.

Perhaps she had no spare time because she was too busy making sure that the celebration of Margaret’s gift of life would be strongly infected by her newly born hatred of me.  

Or maybe her hatred of me was not newly born at all.  Perhaps it had always been there, but she kept it hidden until she got the news that Margaret was doomed to die.  When that news arrived, perhaps she no longer saw any need to hide her hatred.

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Dinner was in a restaurant that the group of us had been to more than once before. 

Heather and Andrew Long were there. 

Sue Chapman was there. 

Nes Fernandez was there. 

Chris Reilly was there. 

Margaret and I were there.

Anne Ryan was not there.  She told Margaret that she would not come because I would be there.

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I sat next to Chris Reilly.  He too had been a long standing and treasured friend since before and after his wife Sue Marshall had died all those years earlier.

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Chris Reilly treated me with contempt.  He spoke to me only when I directly spoke to him.

People spoke to Margaret, but they refused to speak to me unless I spoke directly to them.

The atmosphere was forced and ugly and showed no trace of the celebration that we had intended.

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Our celebratory dinner was vile. 

It was one of the worst evenings I had ever had up to that point in my life.  But up till then, I had not experienced being snubbed by people who thought were friends.

The misery of that night was greatly accentuated by the refusal of Anne Ryan to answer my text asking her to come and by her notable absence from the “celebration” of the miracle cure that had been granted to her very best friend.

I was hurt for my own sake and for Margaret’s sake.  She had been treated like a piece of shit for one single reason – she was married to me.  

The presence of the deadly cancer in her body was completely irrelevant as far as her so called friends were concerned.  

Both the Former Dead Woman Walking and her Cancelled Husband had to be treated with contempt because a Woke Retired University Professor called Anne Ryan had decreed this was how they should act – and our so called friends followed the orders spewed out by the Retired University Professor.

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Making the vileness of the 29 March dinner worse was the continuing – and accelerating – march of my own body towards the death drain.  My symptoms got steadily worse throughout March 2021 and I increasingly became unable to eat.  This chart identifies my continuing weight loss throughout March 2021. 

My Weight March 2021

Friday 5 March 2022

79.0 kilograms

Friday 12 March 2021

79.8 kilograms

Friday 19 March 2021

78.1 kilograms

Friday 26 March 2021

78.3 kilograms

* 73.2 kilograms = 11 stone, 7 pounds, 7 ounces or 161 pounds, 7 ounces

In November 2019, the dietician had told me that my recommended weight for my height and age was 84 kilograms.  It had been months since my weight had reached the recommended 84 kilograms – but the weight kept melting off me.

Margaret had been granted an extension of life, but my own body was intent on shortening my own life.

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