Just twenty days ago, on this blog, Violet posed the question “does Belle Gibson actually have cancer?” On March 9, The Age broke the news that funds promised to charity by your company, The Whole Pantry, had not been turned over. Meanwhile, as your supporters rushed to your defense, The Australian uncovered the answer to Violet’s question. You do not have cancer.
Those five words are usually good news. This time it was a little bit more complicated. You tearfully admitted to Richard Guilliatt that you were “misdiagnosed by a medical team using ‘magnetic’ therapy from Germany,” and that you were “not certain whether he was a medical doctor.” This contrasts with your claim that you were initially diagnosed by a “conventional” team, whose treatment you rejected after passing out in a car park opposite the hospital where you supposedly underwent chemo. By March 14, after admitting the above, you were still claiming to be “scheduled to undergo surgery in a few weeks.” I think we all know none of that is true.
You reacted to the crisis impulsively, lashing out at your critics and promising The Daily Mail that you would “have a statement live this week.” That “live” statement appears to have died. You hastily attempted to wipe all trace of your cancer claims from the internet, in the same way my little brother would petulantly flip the Monopoly board as soon as he realized he had no chance of winning. To date, Penguin has “not received sufficient explanation” from you “in response to recent allegations,” and your book has been shredded. After some delay, Apple has also bowed to public pressure and pulled The Whole Pantry app.
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