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And I made no insinuation that Kate Middleton herself was cynical in her video. But what we have seen, in the well established Royal commenter sect has been deployed with their various talking points. The direct communication from the Royal Family and trading for access is well known these days.
It fucking sucks.
The “photo” was a major mistake though, as it’s now become clear that it’s entirely fake, and easy to spot as such by anyone who knows much about digital image work. Either she was very poorly advised, or very naive if it really was her own doing. Hopefully they will have learnt from this.
And it does matter - the media were right to call it out. As said already, you can’t have fraudulent images passed off as genuine representations in the media, even for apparently good reasons, or it becomes the thin end of a dangerous wedge.
"Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone." - Walt Kowalski
"Only two things are infinite - the universe, and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
Ian
Lowering my expectations has succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
I kid ye not that the message on the answerphone was to contact the 'tumour clinic' at the hospital for an appointment. Unbelievable.
What hit me hardest was what the nurse said at our meeting (she was lovely and only being well-meaning), she told my wife that she should not worry because she had know many people live for 8 more years or so after such a diagnosis. Of course, she was only trying to be positive and let my wife know she still had plenty to live for and could lead a normal life. But for me it was like someone saying 'You've got 8 years'. There was now a limit, and from aged 51 onwards I would be a widower. Of course I was thinking of her and the time we had left, but I couldn't help but think of living life without her too.
Her third diagnoses was close to 9 years later. She wanted to take a break from the constant chemo she was enduring, every 2nd Wednesday for maybe 18 months. She got tired of the rigmarole and the tiredness. Some types worked, others didn't. She was at a stage where she was taking chemo drugs that were only just on the market. Basically running out of options. So she asked her oncologist if she could take a break, to which he agreed, he then asked her if she had any other issues and she told him 'double vision'.
Here everything changed, she was kept in for 3 days for tests, and then she informed me that she had 8 weeks to live. Brain tumour. Her 8th week would have been Christmas week. She actually lived until the end of February.
Breast cancer - 2005 - beat that with radiotherapy and 8 chemo treatments, then went 7 years clear
2012 - cancer returned in her spine and she was now classed as terminal. Radiotherapy. She got through the treatment and no permanent damage to her spine because of the cancer or treatment. We celebrated with a trip to Santorini.
2013 - the cancer spread to her lung and liver. She had 8 more chemo treatments. She had an infection after her 8th and was lucky to live. The nurses had tried to drain the lung but had injected into the wrong lung (her healthy one). This lung collapsed. This left her breathing through her damaged (cancerous) lung. She was blue in the face when I arrived one evening and could not speak. I kicked off, but thankfully it was enough to get her rushed to Stoke University hospital, who saved her life. A week later she was home. More checks showed the cancer in her lung and liver had gone. We celebrated with a trip to the South of France.
She had beaten it again, but it was there 'somewhere'.
In 2016, a rise in her cancer marker and some headaches resulted in a scan and brain tumour(s) diagnosis. She was rushed into hospital, but, unfortunately they could not remove all the tumours. But she came out of it scarred but with no life checking effects (obviously there was a risk she could have been left impaired mentally and physically). Small cancerous cells remained. They would grow in time.
She went three years then, with various treatments and then permanent chemo for those last 18 months to try and keep her marker down. Then of course the final diagnosis that the tumour was untreatable.
I thank God every day for many, many things that occurred in that time. That in the main she wasn't in pain, that she could walk and talk and even work for long periods throughout her treatment. I know many of you don't believe but it gives me comfort knowing she is now in a place of Bliss and all that cancer shit is gone.
This is possibly the shit Kate, William and their kids have in font of them. William also has his dad going through it. They are going through the battle we went through and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
But, there is hope, people do survive it, and not just for a few years. My sporting hero is Bob Champion, you only have to read his story or watch the film 'Champions' to see that it can be beat. He has so far lived for 45 years after his diagnosis, a lifetime. So whilst it didn't work out for my lovely wife, there is always hope, and it can be beat and life can get back to normal.
But Kate is, obviously, a member of the royal family and will doubtless have had the ultimate say as to whether she could make such an appearance. Do any of us seriously believe she's just a hapless victim of the 'evil' royals and their Machiavellian stratagems to deceive and manipulate, in the way you suggest? If anything, I would imagine the, in your words, "engagement with misinformation" was probably an attempt to protect her from a lurid collective media extravaganza which would dig up her health history and churn out 'exclusive' inquiries as to how soon she will die, what she will soon look like, and what will happen to her children once she's under the sod.
It didn't work, and the truth is out. The party can really begin now ...
Cancer Research, Macmillan, all useful for many, but there are hardly noticeable for most. But when cancer is in the immediate family it seems never-ending. Thankfully of course.
The disease will give bad days and not so bad days. Never really good days, no matter how it is combatted. Healthier days, memorable days, smiling days and what could be described as happy days, but always with a cloud of the Big C.
For the purpose of this thread, I just wanted to state how it is (and of course everyone is different, I can only tell the story of my wife). The experience of it was different to how I thought it might be. I thought there would be more pain, but there was more tiredness. I thought there would be more sickness, but it was more weakness and instability. I thought it would be more 'giving up and negativity' but it was more, let's do stuff.
With Kate, this is about a mum with a young family who is right bang in the media spotlight. Sure they are privileged, but she still has cancer. She is going through this shit, likewise William, who's been watched and scrutinised, for even the slightest body language issue, how he looks, what he says if asked etc.
When he probably just wants to say fuck it, grab his wife and kids, and hole up in a log cabin somewhere.
https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-68637136