In the wake of Kategate, with its still unsolved mysteries, several London Clinic hospital staff members had been trying, illegally, to get hold of
Middleton’s medical records.
So, suddenly last Friday night, we got a video showing Kate as a pale, solitary, extremely thin figure, sitting on a bare bench, stripped of husband,
children, fancy dress, pageantry or pomp (save for her very posh accent), wearing commoner basics -- jeans and striped sweater. She spoke to the camera directly, in plain, drama-free language,
revealing her cancer diagnosis and subsequent need for preventative chemotherapy, which she had already started.
It was shocking in its directness, and heartbreaking to process. In addition to
her illness and treatment, Kate had to take this on: to expose herself to the whole world, alone.
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Visually, the video had a slightly ghost-like, bleached-out quality -- but perhaps it was the
most transparent The Firm has ever been.
Sadly, it came on the heels of that sham family photo, a new P.R. low, which was so obviously manipulated that the photo agencies had to issue a
“kill notice” — an eerie combination of words — to say that they could not distribute it. And then the Princess had to get re-victimized and take the fall for
the “editing.”
By contrast, this footage, shot by the BBC, showed an incredibly strong woman dealing with the worst reality that life could bring her as a mother of three young
children, and then revealing it to the world.
I was shattered and reeling for her. I understood that rock-bottom disbelief, because I had been diagnosed with breast cancer when I was younger
and had a young teen son.
You go through phases of denial and determination. But overriding everything was my desperation to live to raise my son. And it does take a while after surgery to
visit various doctors, get new tests and scans, wait for results, and come up with a treatment plan, never mind start it. That process could easily take months.
Imagine dealing with the rigors
of being a Royal, figuring out the best way to handle it as a family, and having it miserably magnified, as Kate did.
I hated telling people about my diagnosis because (and these were
kind and compassionate people) I would get a look of pity, and I didn’t want that. Plus, you can’t believe how many people inform you that you must be wrong, and to go for another test or
to another doctor. Imagine an internet full of such opinions, benign compared with the rants and theories out there.
The only helpful thing to say to a person who opens up about a cancer
diagnosis is “How can I help?” And then offer to send over a meal.
And after the video, people in Britain and all over the world wanted to jump through the screen to help. And also
to absolve themselves of their own guilt from indulging in Kate-bashing, as if getting ill, or releasing that photo, had been her idea.
It’s not the first time the press had been unkind
to this Windsor woman, of course. When she dated William, they called her “Waity-Katey,” and accused her of being a social climber and a gold digger.
We’re not monarchical,
so we don’t get how much about bloodlines and breeding the institution is. Her body was considered public property, a sum of her reproductive parts.
On top of that, with the King’s
simultaneous cancer, she and William have to worry about possibly moving into those roles, and the enormous exposure for their children, who are dealing with their mother’s illness.
Of
course, the Palace has yet to come clean about what type of cancer Charles or Catherine have, and what stage.
It was unenlightened and needlessly archaic for the Palace to do the cover-ups
(worse in Kate’s case) in the first place. It made the existence of cancer a tragic, unspoken thing.
The most oblivious press response came in an opinion piece in TheNew York
Times by Pamela Paul. She wrote: “Kate’s terrible news shouldn’t just make us feel terrible for Kate; it should also make us feel terrible about ourselves.”
She
meant that Americans have insatiable appetites for dirt on the Royals. But I can’t imagine Kate has “scold Americans” on the top of her list.
It's human to hear this news and
make it about yourself. But one thing remains: Belief in institutions like the monarchy is collapsing.
The Palace had a chance to clear up the stigma of cancer by facing it openly and plainly,
which would help educate and support others struggling with a recent diagnosis or treatment.
It took solitary Kate, with her fierce honesty and determination, to show everyone a new way. And
long may she reign.