The Princess of Wales, Catherine, is still going through preventative chemotherapy after being diagnosed with cancer earlier this year. At 42, she started her treatment in late February.
Princess Catherine is feeling better.
Princess Catherine is planning to reconnect with the public after facing a tough battle with cancer. She is “feeling much stronger and healthier,” and she’s ready to make her return to royal duties. For those who don’t know, the future Queen of England was diagnosed with cancer in March 2024. Since then, she has followed her doctors’ advice and stayed out of the public eye.
But now, as a loving mother of three, she’s eager to reconnect with the public, take on more engagements, and get back to her royal responsibilities. A source shared that Catherine is excited to move away from the focus on medical treatments and doctors’ visits.
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Princess Catherine is still undergoing chemotherapy.
Kensington Palace has provided a significant update on Prince William’s travel plans to Llanelli, South Wales. It’s important to note that Catherine won’t be joining her husband on this trip because she is still undergoing preventative chemotherapy.
Princess Catherine was recently spotted looking great during a visit to a church.
Catherine, Princess of Wales, made one more public appearance on August 25 since being diagnosed with cancer earlier this year. She was seen attending Crathie Kirk, a small church in Scotland, accompanied by her husband, Prince William, as well as King Charles III and Queen Camilla. William drove the car, smiling as he conversed with his wife, and chose a navy blue suit for the occasion. The royal family typically spends their summers at Balmoral Castle in Scotland.
Prior to this, Catherine was last seen in public in July at the Wimbledon men’s singles final between Carlos Alcaraz and Novak Djokovic. Catherine has been gradually returning to public life at a slow pace following the news of her health challenges.
Here’s what we know about her journey through chemotherapy.
In a heartfelt message before her appearance at Trooping the Colour on June 15, the Princess of Wales shared that her treatment is making “good progress.” However, she openly admitted that she’s having “good days and bad days.” While she’s been working from home, she reminded everyone that she’s “not out of the woods yet.”
Princess Catherine expressed hope of attending a few public events over the summer, but she urged people not to see these as her return to full public life. The Princess and her family—Prince William and their three children—have spent some of their summer break at Anmer Hall in Norfolk, where they were seen enjoying the Bear Grylls’ Go Wild festival.
In a statement released on June 14, Kensington Palace also shared a new photo of Princess Catherine, showing her leaning against a tree in Windsor Park. Alongside the photo, she expressed her gratitude for all the kind messages of support and encouragement she’s received over the last few months. These messages, she said, have made a world of difference for both her and William, helping them through the toughest times.
Kate candidly described her experience with chemotherapy, saying that she feels weak, tired, and has to listen to her body’s need for rest. But on the good days, when she feels stronger, she cherishes the time spent engaging in school life, enjoying personal activities that bring her energy and positivity, and doing a bit of work from home.
Princess Catherine has not yet returned to a full schedule of public engagements. Any future appearances will be carefully decided based on how she’s feeling at the time. There is no set timeline for her return to full-time duties, as she is being given the time she needs to rest and recover.
Earlier Princess Catherine debuted a new ring, and here’s the special meaning behind it.
I Offered a Homeless Man a Job out of Desperation — the Next Morning, I Was Shocked by What He Had Done to My Office
Facing the collapse of his career and his family’s business, Jason made a desperate decision: he hired a homeless man to pose as a consultant for one crucial meeting. Little did he know, that unlikely move would turn out to be the key to saving everything he had worked for.
I was out of time. The words my father had said to me last night played over and over in my head like a broken record: “Fix this or you’re out.” Simple. Cold. Final.
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Our company wasn’t just any company. It was the family business. My grandfather started it, my dad built it up, and now I was supposed to keep it going. “Supposed to,” being the key phrase.
I could still picture his face, hard as stone. He was the boss, not just of the company, but of the family. And when he made a decision, it was done. No arguments. No excuses.
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I glanced at my watch. Twenty-four hours. That’s all I had left to fill the specialist position or I was done. Gone. Finished.
The problem was, no one wanted the job. It wasn’t easy. I needed a real genius, someone who knew the ins and outs of the system we were developing.
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The contract was bigger than anything our company had ever handled. If we messed it up, the whole business could go under. And right now, it looked like that was exactly what was going to happen.
I had spent six months searching for the right person. Every interview was a disaster. Too inexperienced, not skilled enough, or just plain wrong for the job. And now, the clock was ticking.
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I left the office and walked down the street, my head pounding. I needed to think, to come up with some sort of solution, anything that could save me. But all I could feel was the pressure. The weight of the clock ticking down on my shoulders. The fear of disappointing my father.
I found myself wandering into a small coffee shop. The place was warm, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. But even the comfort of the shop did nothing to calm the storm in my mind. I was out of ideas. I was out of time.
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As I left the shop, I noticed a man sitting on the curb. He was bundled up in a ragged coat, his hair messy, his eyes dull. He was homeless, no doubt. He sat there, staring down at the sidewalk like it held all the answers to life’s biggest questions.
I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe it was the desperation. Maybe it was the sheer insanity of the situation. But I stood there, looking at this man, and a crazy thought popped into my head.
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What if?
Without thinking, I walked over to him. “Hey,” I said.
He looked up, squinting at me like I was speaking a foreign language. “Yeah?”
“I know this sounds nuts, but…how’d you like a job? Just for a day.”
He blinked, his face expressionless. “What’s the catch?”
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“No catch. I need someone to sit in on a meeting. Pretend you’re a consultant. I’ll pay you. No strings attached.”
For a long second, he just stared at me. Then, to my surprise, he smirked. “You serious?”
I nodded. “Completely.”
He scratched his chin, his eyes narrowing. “And all I gotta do is sit in a meeting?”
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“That’s it.”
He let out a short laugh. “Alright. What do I wear?”
The next morning, I walked into the office, expecting chaos. Maybe Michael wouldn’t show up. Maybe everything would fall apart. But as soon as I stepped inside, I froze.
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The office wasn’t the same. Music played softly in the background, and there was a table full of coffee and pastries. People were laughing, talking, smiling—something I hadn’t seen in months. The tension that had hung over the team was gone, replaced by an almost celebratory atmosphere.
And there, right in the middle of it all, was Michael.
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He was cleaned up—hair trimmed, face freshly shaved, wearing a sharp suit that I had no idea where he got. He was talking with some of my staff like he’d known them for years, leaning in, listening, making them laugh. For a second, I had to remind myself who he really was. Just yesterday, he had been sitting on a sidewalk, bundled in a ragged coat.
I felt a pit in my stomach. This was going to blow up in my face. My dad was going to walk in any minute, and he’d see right through the act. Then, I’d be out—no more chances.
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The meeting started, and I sat down, ready to coast through the day. Michael was supposed to nod and smile, not say a word. That was the plan.
But as soon as we began discussing the contract, Michael stood up.
“Alright, folks, let’s get serious,” he said, walking over to the whiteboard. He picked up a marker and started sketching out diagrams, arrows, and workflow strategies faster than I could process.
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At first, I thought he was bluffing, just drawing random nonsense. But then I looked closer. Everything he was putting out there was exactly what we’d been struggling with for months. He broke down the system, piece by piece, offering solutions that no one else had even thought of.
The room was dead silent. My father, who had joined the meeting without a word, crossed his arms and watched Michael closely. I braced myself, expecting the worst.
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Michael finished, turning to the room with a grin. “Any questions?”
I glanced around. My team was wide-eyed. My father raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Finally, one of our top engineers spoke up.
“How did you… how did you figure that out? We’ve been stuck on that problem for weeks.”
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Michael shrugged. “It’s just about looking at things differently. You’ve got good people, good systems. You just needed a little tweak.”
I sat there in stunned silence. How was this even possible? Who was this guy?
My father leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Michael. “Well, Jason,” he said, his voice calm. “It looks like you found your solution after all.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had spent months trying to fix this, and now a homeless man—someone I’d picked up off the street out of sheer desperation—had just solved everything in one morning.
After the meeting, I pulled Michael aside, away from the others. “Okay, who are you, really?” I asked, my voice low but firm. “You’re not just some random guy off the street.”
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Michael looked at me, his eyes suddenly tired. “No, I’m not,” he said, leaning against the wall. “I used to run a business. A good one. But things went bad. My ex-wife… she set me up, destroyed my reputation, took everything. Once you’re labeled a failure, people don’t care to hear your side of the story. I lost the company. Lost everything.”
I stared at him, speechless. He continued, “It wasn’t long before I had nowhere to go. No one wanted to hire me, and the few people who might’ve helped were long gone. I ended up on the streets. Been there for a while now.”
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My mind was racing. How could someone like him, with all this knowledge and experience, end up living like that?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.
He chuckled softly. “Would you have believed me?”
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I didn’t know what to say. Part of me felt guilty for assuming the worst. But another part of me was in awe. This man, who had lost everything, was still brilliant. And in the end, he had saved me. Saved my job. Saved the company.
Just then, my father approached. He didn’t look angry, but there was something in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Michael,” he said, his tone thoughtful, “how would you like a permanent position with us? You’ve clearly got the skills we need.”
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Michael looked at me, then back at my dad. A small smile tugged at his lips. “I think I’d like that,” he said quietly.
I didn’t know how to feel. Relief? Gratefulness? A part of me was even a little jealous. Here was a man who had walked in out of nowhere, and within a day, he’d earned my father’s respect—the thing I had been fighting for my whole life.
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But as I stood there, watching Michael and my father shake hands, I realized something. This wasn’t just about me. Michael deserved this chance, maybe more than anyone else.
He had been knocked down, but he hadn’t given up. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what real leadership was about.
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