I took this photo of Margaret in October 1999. It is one of my favourites.
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The Chief Architect of our Cancellation and Cancer Ghosting was Margaret’s former best friend Ann Ryan. Ann had (probably still has) a house in Ireland and a unit at Glenelg South Australia.
I sent this letter to Ann Ryan on 23 January 2023, seven months before Margaret died. I am still waiting for an answer.
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Before I left to take Margaret’s ashes to scatter on top of croagh Patrick in Ireland, I invited Ann Ryan to come so she could say goodbye. I am still waiting for an answer and (of course) Ann Ryan refused to come and say goodbye when I took Margaret to the top of Croagh Patrick.
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23 January 2023 John Hankin Anne Ryan Re: Your Behaviour to Margaret Hello Anne, I stopped trying to communicate with you when you ignored my text in March 2021 asking you to please come to Margaret's special birthday dinner on 29 March to celebrate not only her birthday but her apparent miraculous defeat of her cancer. I thought I would make one final effort at communication today given that Margaret is today in hospital yet again for what I hope is the final operation that she will ever have to endure in this very long running saga of her battle with the cancer that was supposed to see her dead by Christmas 2020 at the absolute latest. Given Margaret is in hospital as I write these words, I thought I would bring you up to date on what she has been through. I expect no reply from you and this is definitely the final time that I will ever attempt any communication with you. Here is a little bit of historical background intended to let you know why I think Margaret is the bravest human being that I have ever known. You can judge your own actions against Margaret's actions. The comparison is not uplifting. When I last saw you in February 2021, you had arranged to meet me at Margaret and my home, supposedly to discuss my letter to you complaining of your behaviour on Australia Day 26 January 2021. In fact no discussion took place. You simply told me thanks for lending you my car for about 15 months, thanks for showing you Morialta Park and you also said you hoped you could still be friends with Margaret. Then you left in tears. You left no opportunity for discussion about anything. I had complained that you had been rude on Australia Day and your response was to "Cancel" me and turn me into a "Non Person". The meeting on 8 February had previously been scheduled for a Saturday and you cancelled that earlier meeting because you "remembered" you had a previous engagement. I presume the cancellation of the earlier meeting was to enable you to talk to someone else (my guess is Chris Reilly or Sue Chapman) who then persuaded you that my letter was grounds for my immediate "cancellation". Not only was your cancellation of me disastrous for me, it was also disastrous for Margaret. Margaret's chemotherapy and radiotherapy started in early December 2020. The chemotherapy was administered through a plastic bag attached to her arm which pumped the chemotherapy into the region of her heart. The radiotherapy was administered on a daily basis. Margaret had 29 doses of radiotherapy, finishing on 20 January 2021. The chemotherapy bag was removed from her arm on the same day that the radiotherapy was finished -- 20 January 2021. The barbecue on Australia Day was our way of celebrating the conclusion of the cancer treatment. For the record, the treatment was at best expected to gain her perhaps another 3 or 4 months. We were both expecting and planning for her death. Your behaviour on Australia Day was a total shock to me. You were an extremely close friend to both of us. We had just finished a completely devastating course of cancer treatment for Margaret and we were both physically and mentally exhausted. As you are aware, I became physically very ill within two days of Margaret's diagnosis of terminal cancer on 20 July 2020. You were with me when I nearly died at Morialta Park when I ceased to be able to breathe. In my letter dated 27 January 2021, I told you that all of my symptoms returned in full force after the barbecue finished. They returned because of the impact your rudeness that day had on me. We were both already vulnerable and your actions aggravated that vulnerability many times. My bad night on the night of the barbecue was not a one off. My symptoms got significantly worse in the weeks and months that followed. I think they should have disappeared completely when in mid March 2021, we had the miracle of Margaret's apparent cure. The cure meant she did not simply gain some extra time, it looked as if she had completely beaten the deadly cancer. With that result, my symptoms should have completely disappeared --- but they got significantly worse instead. I believe the worsening of my symptoms was because of your refusal to even answer my text inviting you to her birthday dinner. From that point onwards, my symptoms went from very bad to deadly. I had a flare up on the evening of Margaret's birthday. The symptoms were so bad I could not go to her birthday dinner. I could not breathe, my stomach was swollen like a football and I had excruciating coughing. I believe my symptoms that night were the direct result of your "non response". From that point onwards, my life became a grim battle for life. I doubt many others would have had the determination to keep going and refuse to die. The simple fact is that I was not about to leave Margaret to battle the cancer on her own. Me dying would have left her alone at the mercy of the cancer and that was not something I would ever permit. By the time I had finished my three separate periods of hospitalisation (4 weeks in total, including one period of 12 hours where I was on continuous oxygen and should definitely have died), I was a physical wreck and Margaret was both a physical and mental wreck. During my final stay in hospital, my lung capacity was measured as being 42% of "normal" capacity. I survived and I certainly noticed the complete lack of any interest in my survival from you. Once I finally got home and was able to begin paying attention to things apart from my own life or death, I noticed that not one of Margaret's friends except Cheryl Scopazzi ever came to see her any more, Your idea of remaining friends with Margaret clearly did not involve visiting her in her own home — presumably because the "cancelled Non Person" John Hankin also lives there. This had a devastating impact on Margaret's morale. She had seemingly beaten the cancer, but many of her friends had "cancelled" her as well as me. I have no doubt I can thank you for ensuring the semi cancellation of Margaret as well as me. My cancellation became very clear when Heather asked us to attend a birthday dinner at Yeti for Andrew. You of course, refused to attend because I might be there. Chris Reilly did attend and he made very clear what he thought of me. You had obviously shown him my letter to you because he made an obvious reference to it. So at that stage, I was cancelled by you, by Sue and by Chris Discovering how many people had "cancelled" me because of you was extremely devastating. What happened shortly after the dinner was even more devastating. Margaret's cancer came back. When the surgeon went back in to have a look, he couldn't see much because of the inflammation from the radiotherapy that had finished in the January. I know this is completely non medical, but I am convinced that the cancer came back because of the extreme worry Margaret suffered because of my own illness. And why was my illness so extreme? I am convinced I can thank you for that. So here is a word of thanks. I am sure none of it was foreseen by you at the time as possible, but the law has a saying. "You must take your victim as you find him/ her". All of our actions have consequences and your actions had extremely serious consequences. After her operation on I December 2021, I compiled a list of music that I would have played at her funeral. I wrestled with the what was a big question. Should I permit you to attend Margaret's funeral? In the end, I decided I did not want to behave the way you had. You would definitely be allowed to attend because Margaret would have wanted this. That decision still stands. If and when the cancer gets Margaret, you can come to her funeral. I am not sure that I will be able to speak to you, but I will not behave like you would and stop you coming to the funeral. Somehow, Margaret beat the death sentence yet again on 3 December 2021. The oncologist had no explanation for this reprieve either. So we rolled on into 2022. By September 2022, the cancer was well and truly back. Margaret was in extreme pain. She had urethral stent implanted on 5 October 2022. That stent probably saved her life but it has been the cause of constant discomfort ever since. She has been incontinent ever since because an infection has "colonized" the stent and no amount of antibiotic had been able to remove it. Today's operation is to give her brand new stent and hopefully get rid of the infections. Incontinence for Margaret means she has not had more than one or two hours of continuous sleep since 5 October last year. The urethral stent was needed because the cancer had grown to about 5 centimetres. Her digestive system was closing down completely. If you cannot digest food, you are unable to eat food. If you can't eat food you die. It is a simple process. Apart from the urethral stent, Margaret also needed a bile duct stent and a duodenal stent. She You had better things to do that see your dying friend though. Yes Margaret was afraid of seeing people who had been interstate or overseas, but you didn't even try and see her at a safe distance. When you eventually saw her, your "present" for the dying friend was a box of Butler's chocolates bought at Dublin airport. Was that really the best you could do? You ought to feel embarrassed. I hope you do. We turned up to see the oncologist and get the "last gasp" chemotherapy on Tuesday 8 November. By that stage, the oncologist said Margaret had between 2 days and 2 months to live. The 2 months was a vast exaggeration. For the first time in months, he did not look totally grim. He had received some tissue sample test results. Margaret's cancer was "highly responsive" to immunotherapy. "By hook or by crook" he was going to find a trial so Margaret could have immunotherapy. When I asked about getting it outside of a trial, he said the cost was $7,730.00 and I immediately said I could find that. He then said that was the cost per session and that 35 sessions would be needed. I felt a hole open up in the floor beneath my feet. How could I find S280,000? Margaret had a fall on Friday 18 November. I thought she had broken her back [In fact she had broken more than one vertebrae. She had broken her back]. We decided against A & E at Ashford because they would have sent her to A & E at the RAH - a certain death sentence. By Sunday it became clear that her back was not broken, but I was still very doubtful that she would still be alive when the first immunotherapy session was due on Tuesday 22 November. Somehow Margaret was still alive, although her weight in clothing was 47.5 kilograms. So the current state of play is that Margaret is back in hospital for yet another operation. She has her 4th immunotherapy session tomorrow Tuesday 24 January. She has not been able to walk without a walking frame since Monday 14 November 2022. The finest human being I have ever known and a far finer human being that you can ever imagine is still alive because of complete bravery and a refusal to ever give up. She may even beat this unbeatable cancer. And what of you Anne? You have seen Margaret three times in three months plus a bit. You refuse to come to her home because I happen to live there too. Margaret cannot walk. She cannot drive. She cannot go anywhere where she is not able to get access at very short notice to a clean toilet. And you refuse to see her in the only place where she is currently able to see you and the reason? Because I happen to live with her. And my crime is? I correctly told you that you had been rude when you had indeed been very rude. And the context in which I told you that you had been rude? My wife had five days earlier finished an intensive course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. And in addition, I had spent weeks sanding your wooden box for you even thought I was fairly certain that I myself was probably in a terminal state because of the deadly cough I had. For reasons I now cannot understand, I thought I ought to finish your stupid box while I was still live. Shame on you Anne. You have failed to test of being a decent human being. You have been here since 22 October 2022 and you leave on 7 February 2023. You have seen your "friend" who is dying, three times. Is this how "Woke Social Justice Warriors" behave? You are creating an extremely bleak world where in the name of achieving your desired results, no one at all matters --- not your "current" friends and certainly not the "Cancelled Non Persons" who once thought they were your friends. Yours in sorrow John Hankin |
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Cancer Ghosting is real and it is vicious and debilitating. Margaret and I were both victims of Cancer Ghosting and I have continued to receive Cancer Ghosting even though Margaret has now been dead since 22 August 2023.
We both thought Ann Ryan was our close friend but she treated both of us like pieces of rubbish before Margaret died. She has continued to treat me like a piece of rubbish in the time since I watched Margaret die at 3.16 am on Tuesday, the 22nd of August 2023
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Margaret was thrilled that she had been able to help Ann Ryan buy her own place in Glenelg. I took this photo on the 11th of April 2018. Margaret is with the sales agents who facilitated the sale of the unit to Ann.
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Margaret with her “wonderful friend” Ann Ryan on 4th of April 2018 at Sellick’s Hill, south of Adelaide. Ann said she liked the statue of Kwan Yin, Goddess of Compassion, but no compassion had found its way into her heart when Margaret began to die from cancer in 2020.
