It is with a heavy heart and great sadness that I am posting here the report copied from IOMFATS.
June 4th, 2026
I have been concerned about my friend Geron for some time. In the summer of 2025 he told a small group of friends that he was suffering from blood cancer, with a sudden and painful onset. With excellent care, and, as he said, the very best US medical insurance money could buy, he received highly targeted gene therapy, which was effective such that his therapy intervals were reduced from Christmas 2025 onwards, and real cheerfulness and real optimism replaced the very necessary positive mental attitude he had adopted since diagnosis.
You will also recognise the gap in dates in Charlie Boone between chapters 9 and 10 of Life Is Like A New Suit of Clothes, Charlie Boone! from July 23rd to December 22nd where he found that concentrating on living and also preserving his day to day business was taking all his reserves. He was sad that he didn't have the strength to finish that tale in July, but kept his promise to himself and finished it in December. He was starting to feel substantially improved.
Major encouragements came. Weather permitting, he was able to take outdoor exercise, but by no means at the level he was used to. Drugs were reduced further and clinic visits reduced in frequency.
In March, he was suddenly admitted to hospital with pneumonia, kept in for a week or so, and discharged home to his loved ones with oxygen support.
"Pneumonia," he said, "is the evil thing that most cancer patients die from. Our immune system is compromised, and the infection is opportunistic." He spoke of struggling to walk from room to room without oxygen support.
On March 26th, 2026 Geron said in a group email that he would do his best each evening to tell us he had made it through the day.
That was his final email to anyone, as far as I know.
We followed the breadcrumb trail he had left us. He insisted on privacy, and he achieved it. Despite our best endeavours, and short of visiting the area he told us he lived and finding out it wasn't there at all anyway, we have been unable to find any more about him than you know from his stories. His privacy shield might have been more fragile prior to data privacy laws, but I doubt it could have been broken even then. Until one of his real life folk is willing and able to access his private email accounts and follow them to one of his online friends all we can assume is that our friend has not survived, and probably died that evening or in the very few days thereafter.
I choose not to miss him, not to grieve. I kind of picture him in one of the universes he created, but I think he was most comfortable in Rules of the Road, but not necessarily in the second series, and most autobiographical in A Charmed Life.
Let's just raise a glass to our friend Geron.
timmy
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