What ever happened to it? The UK's Royal Family used to be extraordinarily tight-lipped about medical issues, all the more so if those issues were in any way -- whisper it -- private.
As of this morning, I know more about the King of England's prostate than I ever expected or wanted to, and have heard reams of speculation about nearby region's of the man's anatomy. While I'm as sorry for him as I would be for anyone facing a cancer diagnosis -- probably more so than many of his actual subjects, if social media comments are any guide -- he's in no danger of receiving sub-par medical care and will be waited on hand and foot during his convalescence, same as always.
Get well soon, Chuck, and see if you can ask the press to please STFU and go find some actual news to cover. I totally get that it's nicer and safer to cover than the mess in Gaza or Mr. Trump's interminable legal struggles and verbal gaffes, or the screwups in Congress that impede fixing the border and let the world stumble ever closer to WW III, but each and every one of those things has more impact on my life than the UK needing to haul a new Monarch off the reserve list and get him up to speed for those important rubber-stamp and ribbon-cutting duties, without which the Empire would grind to a creaking halt.
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3 days ago
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