This is not an introduction to the story, but an introduction to its central character. We shall call her Ann. As I have already explained, this is not her real name, but it is short and easy to type a thousand times during this story-telling, so it will do nicely. It is important that you get to know her a little so you understand why this was all so unfair and why she reacts as she does to the events that unfold.
As the story begins, Ann is fifty-seven years old but looks much younger than this. Some say ten years younger. She is naturally blonde, slender and unusually attractive with the most amazing eyes. I have a biased view of course but this is a statement of fact, not just my opinion. Everyone who met Ann would say the same.
Ann is also a very intelligent lady. Not just intellectually, but emotionally too. Above all, she is humble and kind. In fact, she is without doubt the kindest person I have ever met. It is her conspicuous kindness rather than her outward beauty which most attracted me to her all those years ago. I had never encountered anyone who was so obviously a genuinely ‘good person’.
I am a very lucky husband.
Ann was born in Newcastle, to a father who worked in the shipyards and a mother who worked at the telephone exchange. Her father was descended from Irish Catholic immigrants, all shipbuilders, who moved from the Derry shipyards around 1850 during the Irish famine and every generation since had worked in the Tyne shipyards. On her mother’s side, there were many generations of coal miners, from Durham and before that, Lancashire.
Ann spent her early years in a humble ‘Tyneside flat’ with an outside toilet. She was a bright child and her parents pushed her hard educationally. She rewarded their ambition when she became the first member of her family to attend university.
Her parents had wanted Ann to become a doctor, and she could have followed that path but instead, she opted for dentistry. She would actually have preferred to teach dance and drama. She had danced, mainly ballet, from a very early age and she was talented. Sadly, she was too tall to go to the Royal Ballet as she would have liked and teaching dance to children would have been the perfect alternative. But typically, she decided to make her parents happy rather than follow her passion. She would be a dental surgeon and make them proud.
The apple didn’t fall very far from the tree and she chose to study at Newcastle University, where she met and married me whilst we were still studying. When she qualified in 1982, we relocated to my home county of Yorkshire where she took up a position at a delightful practice in the East Riding, and there we have been ever since. Ann is now treating the babies of the babies she treated when we first arrived in the area.
Two years ago, as the first page of our story is turned, Ann had become a much respected figure in the local community. She was apparently in excellent health and as fit as the proverbial butcher’s dog. She attended the gym around three times a week, saw a personal trainer every week and loved to hike with me in the National Parks on a regular basis. She had never smoked a cigarette in her life, drank only moderately and ate an infuriatingly healthy diet.
Nobody deserved what happened less than Ann did.
Together we have two children who I affectionately refer to as Pugsley and Veruka. Pugsley is an investment analyst in the City of London and Veruka is carving out a very successful career in recruitment in Leeds. They were 31 and 25 years old respectively as the story begins, both long since having fled the nest, and both were in loving, stable relationships. Indeed, Pugsley had married just a few weeks before the start of our tale.
The truly awful happenings in the untold part one of our story had finally been put behind us after five years of terrible stress which had included the loss of both of Ann’s parents. Our son had just got married and I had started a new business in 2010 which was becoming very successful. Ann and I were still every bit as much in love as we had been back at Newcastle University.
It is fair to say that for the first time in quite a while, we were extraordinarily happy. Finally, everything in our lives seemed to be in equilibrium and we were truly content.
Then one day in April 2015, Ann said, “I don’t feel very well”.
And everything went to hell.