Kensington Palace announced Wednesday that Kate Middleton, the Princess of Wales has undergone planned abdominal surgery at a private hospital in London and won’t be returning to her royal duties until after Easter.
Kate is expected to spend between ten and fourteen days at the hospital where she’s currently recovering. The Palace announced the surgery was successful.
The Princess apologized to the public for postponing her public duties.
“Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales was admitted to The London Clinic yesterday for planned abdominal surgery. The surgery was successful and it is expected she will remain in hospital for ten to fourteen days, before returning home to continue her recovery. Based on the current medical advice, she is unlikely to return to public duties until after Easter,” the statement from Kensington Palace on its social media pages.
“The Princess of Wales appreciates the interest this statement will generate. She hopes that the public will understand her desire to maintain as much normality for her children as possible; and her wish that her personal medical information remains private.”
The statement continued: “Kensington Palace will, therefore, only provide updates on Her Royal Highness’ progress when there is significant new information to share. The Princess of Wales wishes to apologise to all those concerned for the fact she has to postpone her upcoming engagements. She looks forward to reinstating as many as possible, as soon as possible.”
Fans of the Princess, who has gained plenty of respect by her people throughout the years, expressed their well-wishes and hopes for her speedy recovery.
“Feel better soon, Catherine. Even while she’s not well, she’s worried about everything going on around her. You take care of you and I’m sure people understand the need to respect your privacy for your children. They would want the same for their own,” one of the comments read.
“Prayers for a successful recovery for the Princess of Wales and for her lovely family as they navigate this difficult time,” another person wrote.
“My thoughts and prayers are with her and her whole family,” a third added.
“14 days is a long stay, hope she’s ok,” someone else stated.
Upon being discharged from the hospital, Kate is expected to continue her recovery at the comfort of her home in Windsor where she and William moved in 2022.
At the same time, William also cut down on his engagements in order to be able to help around the children while his wife recovers from what was said to be a “non-cancerous” surgery.
Of course, William will receive help from the children’s long-time nanny, Maria Teresa Turrion Borrallo.
Borrallo has been with the family since Prince George was just 8 months old.
“She is not married and doesn’t have a boyfriend, as her life is totally dedicated to the family she is working with. She is known for being totally professional – married to the job,” an insider told Hello Magazine.
When the couple are away from home, the nanny makes all the decisions regarding the children.
Borallo was trained at the prestigious Norland College in Bath. “Maria is firm, but she never acts unilaterally with the children on discipline. Kate and William, along with Maria, are strict with the children but have this magic ability to appear not to be,” a royal insider said.
Kate has shared her feeling about hospitals and hospital stays in the past and said those are not “places she wanted to hang around in.”
Recalling the times she experienced extreme morning sickness following the birth of Princess George, Kate said, “I think, yeah I did stay in hospital overnight, I remember it was one of the hottest days and night with huge thunderstorms so I didn’t get a huge amount of sleep, but George did which was really great.”
She then added, “I was keen to get home because, for me, being in hospital, I had all the memories of being in hospital because of being sick so it wasn’t a place I wanted to hang around in. So, I was really desperate to get home and get back to normality.”
We wish Kate a fast recovery.
I Always Felt Sick after Eating My MIL’s Dinner — My Life Changed Drastically When I Caught Her Red-Handed
Stella cherished her life with Zack and their children but repeated bouts of sickness after family dinners raised alarming suspicions. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Stella set a trap that led to a shocking discovery, leaving her questioning everything she knew about her family.
My name is Stella, and I’m a 32-year-old wife and mother. Life has been a whirlwind since I met Zack, my rock and my confidant. We’ve been married for seven years, and in that time, we’ve welcomed two beautiful kids into the world: Dylan, who’s six, and Faith, who’s five.
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Our family isn’t perfect, but we’ve always found our way through the ups and downs together.
Zack and I met at a mutual friend’s wedding. He was charming, funny, and had this infectious smile that could light up any room. We clicked instantly. Fast forward a few years, and there we were, exchanging vows and building our life together.
Zack’s unwavering support and love were constants in my life, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize was that his mother, Cynthia, was quietly and determinedly working against me.
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Cynthia never approved of me from day one. She never outright said it, but her actions spoke volumes. She had this uncanny ability to be the sweetest person in Zack’s presence, but the moment he turned his back, she’d unleash her disdain.
“Stella, dear, you really should learn how to cook better,” she’d say with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes whenever Zack left the room. “Zack deserves so much more than what you’re offering.”
I’d tell Zack about these comments, but he’d always brush them off. “Mom’s just old-fashioned,” he’d say, laughing it off. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”
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Cynthia loved Dylan and Faith, or at least, she acted like she did. She’d bring them gifts, bake cookies with them, and shower them with affection. It was as if she was trying to prove to Zack what a wonderful grandmother she was, all while subtly undermining me.
But this is where things become interesting and a bit dark. I always thought Cynthia’s dislike and disapproval of me were restricted to mere comments, but that was until we started receiving dinner invites from her and whatnot.
Every month, like clockwork, we’d attend family functions at her house. And every month, like clockwork, I’d end up feeling sick afterward. It started with a stomach ache, then nausea, and by the time we got home, I’d be racing to the bathroom, struck down by a severe case of diarrhea.
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“Zack, I swear it’s something your mom’s putting in my food,” I told him one night after another miserable evening at Cynthia’s. I was curled up on the couch, clutching my stomach while Zack looked at me with concern and disbelief.
“Stella, come on,” he said, rubbing my back. “You know Mom wouldn’t do something like that. She loves us. She loves the kids.”
“Maybe she loves you and the kids, but she sure as hell doesn’t love me,” I muttered, the frustration boiling over. “She never gets sick. You never get sick. It’s always me. Every single time.”
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Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to say, Stella. Maybe it’s just stress? You’ve been under a lot lately with the kids and work.”
I shook my head, tears welling up. “No, Zack. You don’t understand. It’s not stress.”
I knew Zack wouldn’t believe me until I had substantial proof. But how could I prove it? I couldn’t exactly go around accusing Cynthia of poisoning me without any evidence. The next family gathering loomed on the horizon, and the mere thought of another bout of illness filled me with dread.
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I needed a plan, something to catch her red-handed. I started to think about ways to monitor what Cynthia was doing to my food discreetly. Maybe I could switch our plates when she wasn’t looking? Or bring my own food and pretend to eat hers? The gears in my mind turned as I considered each possibility.
The night before our next visit, I lay in bed, my mind racing. Zack was already asleep, his breathing deep and even beside me. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding with anxiety and determination.
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The day of Cynthia’s birthday dinner arrived, and I was determined to confirm my suspicions. I dressed up, plastering a smile on my face, and braced myself for the evening ahead. Zack, as usual, was excited to see his mom and spend time with his family.
We arrived at Cynthia’s house, and she greeted us with her typical warmth.
“Stella, darling, so good to see you!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug that felt like being squeezed by a boa constrictor. “And Zack, my handsome son! Happy to have you home.”
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I forced a smile. “Happy birthday, Cynthia. The house looks lovely.”
“Thank you, dear,” she said, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. “Come, everyone’s waiting in the dining room.”
When dinner was served, I waited for the right moment. While Cynthia was busy fussing over Dylan and Faith, I subtly swapped my plate and drink with Zack’s. My heart pounded as I tried to act naturally, engaging in small talk and pretending to enjoy the meal. Zack seemed oblivious, enjoying the food and chatting with his mom.
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As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but watch Cynthia closely. She was in her element, charming everyone with her stories and laughter. But I knew better. When it was finally time to leave, I felt a wave of relief and anxiety. I knew the real test would come once we got home.
“Thanks for the lovely evening, Cynthia,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Oh, anytime, Stella. You know you’re always welcome here,” she replied, her smile as fake as ever.
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Back home, Zack started feeling unwell almost immediately. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” he groaned, clutching his stomach. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
I bit my lip, pretending to be concerned. “Oh no, Zack. Do you need anything? Should I get you some medicine?”
“Nah, I just need to lie down,” he said, heading to the bedroom.
The next morning, Zack was still sick. He was pale, exhausted, and frustrated. “I don’t get it. Why am I the only one who got sick? You ate the same food as me,” he said, looking at me suspiciously.
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“Well, actually,” I began, taking a deep breath, “I switched our plates last night. I wanted to see if it was just me or if something else was going on.”
Zack’s face turned red with anger. “You did what!? Are you saying you poisoned me?”
“No, Zack! I didn’t poison you! I just needed to know if your mom was messing with my food,” I said, my voice shaking.
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He stared at me with such hatred that it took my breath away. It was as if he had known all along what his mom was up to. “You’ve gone too far, Stella. This is insane.”
“I had to do it, Zack. She’s been making me sick for months, and you never believed me. Now you know the truth,” I said, trying to stay calm.
“I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” he snapped. “You’re not the woman I married!”
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“And your mom’s not the loving mother you think she is!” I retorted, tears streaming down my face. “I need to protect myself and our kids from her.”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” he said, turning away from me. “Just go.”
That was the final straw. I quickly packed a couple of bags, my hands trembling as I gathered our things. Dylan and Faith were still asleep, oblivious to the turmoil. I gently woke them while trying to stay composed.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Dylan asked, rubbing his eyes.
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“We’re going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa for a little while,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’ll be like a little vacation.”
Zack didn’t say a word as I loaded our things into the car. He just stood there, his expression a combination of anger and disbelief. I couldn’t bear to look at him as I buckled the kids into their seats.
I drove away feeling a strange sense of relief and sorrow. I had done what I needed to do, but it still hurt. The kids were quiet in the backseat, sensing the tension.
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At my parents’ house, they welcomed us with open arms. “Oh, Stella, what’s happened?” my mom asked, her face full of concern.
“It’s a long story, Mom,” I said, hugging her tightly. “But I’m done. I’ve had enough.”
Over the next few days, I started the process of hiring a divorce lawyer. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Zack tried to call a few times, but I didn’t answer. I needed space to think and to heal.
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One evening, as I was tucking Dylan and Faith into bed, Dylan looked up at me with his big, innocent eyes. “Mommy, are we going to see Daddy soon?”
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But no matter what happens, I promise you and Faith that I’ll always be here for you.”
At that moment, I felt a surge of strength. I had done the right thing by protecting myself and my kids. And as painful as it was, I knew I was moving towards a better future.
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So, what would you have done in my situation? Do you think I overreacted? Or was leaving Zack the right decision? I’m still processing everything, but deep down, I know I did what was best for me and my children.
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