SАD NЕWS АВОUТ ТНЕ ВЕLОVЕD АСТОR WILLIАM SНАТNЕR

William Shatner has earned success throughout his active career. The actor, best known for his role as Captain James T. Kirk in the Star Trek series, got the opportunity to travel to space in real life. On the other hand, Shatner’s diagnosis of a terminal illness made it difficult for him to survive to be 90 years old.

William Shatner, the Star Trek actor, has eight albums to his name and has distinguished himself in the acting and music worlds. Despite his accomplishments, the star’s life was turned upside down when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer.

In an article for NBC, Shatner highlighted how he had led a very fortunate life but had also experienced dеаth in many ways. When he was given a grim prognosis, the celebrity understandably became concerned that his days were numbered.

“I was told by a doctor that I had a dеаdly condition. That I was going to die,” Shatner told NBC.

“I wasn’t sure how to react to the news. We were discussing my funеrаI.”

“The doctor informed me that I had cancer. I reasoned that there had to be an error.”

Prostate cancer frequently grows slowly, and symptoms do not appear until the prostate is large enough to obstruct the tube that drains urine from the bladder into the penis.

Shatner’s doctor administered a prostate-specific antigen (PSA) test to detect his cancer type. These tests can determine whether cancer seriously thrеаtens one’s life and whether other non-cancerous conditions have led to elevated PSA levels.

“He took my PSA, a marker for this disease, to figure out which sort it was,” Shatner stated of his diagnosis.

“Up until that time, it was at one or two, well within acceptable ranges. He announced that it was ten. ‘Aggressive cancer,’ says the doctor. Ten! My own body had deceived me.”

After being stunned, horrified, and somewhat angry by the prognosis, Shatner’s thoughts rapidly went to the potential of dеаth.

“I recognized my prognosis; I had drafted my will, which indicated that upon my dеаth, this person would receive this and that person would receive that,” he said.

“On a more emotional level, though, I was convinced I would live indefinitely. I contested it. It meant expressing my will before indulging in a lovely piece of strudel. Death had no meaning for me.”

After striving to accept life while carrying the gravity of a dеаth sentence, Shatner discovered that testosterone supplements—the very supplements he was taking—might have something to do with prostate cancer in some cases.

“I wondered whether I should discontinue taking the supplements.”  “Yeah,” he said, “that would be a terrific idea.”

In their investigation, researchers in Baltimore, USA, collected blood samples from 759 men, 111 of whom had been diagnosed with prostate cancer. Males over 55 were found to be more likеly to get prostate cancer, proving that an increase in testosterone levels is associated with an increased chance of developing the disease.

In contrast, another study from the University of Oxford revealed that, while high testosterone levels were not associated with an increased risk of prostate cancer, low testosterone levels were.

Researchers discovered that the body has a finite number of androgen receptors; thus, if these are “filled up,” the testosterone level in the bloodstream is meaningless because binding to a receptor is impossible. This data was derived from blood samples of about 19,000 men, 6,900 of whom developed prostate cancer.

This study found that low testosterone levels can reduce the risk of prostate cancer, but high testosterone levels do not. And Shatner was no exception.

“Three months later, I received another PSA test. It had dropped to one. One. According to Shatner, the doctor suspected that the higher PSA number was caused by testosterone.

“The body acquires cancer frequently and exterminates it, but that test’s sensitivity allowed it to identify even the slightest hint of it, which, combined with the PSA reading, made me fear I was near dеаth. I was pleased to learn that I did not have cancer. I’ve returned to not dying. At the very least, immediately.

The NHS explains that “false-positive” PSA test results are common and that a blood test, physical examination, MRI scan, or biopsy are more reliable screening methods for prostate cancer.

People experiencing the following symptoms should see a doctor, who will most likеly perform the above-mentioned testing:

More frequent and regular overnight urination
An unexpected urge to use the restroom, difficulty starting to urinate (hesitancy), straining or taking their time to urinate.

Poor flow, as though your bladder hasn’t been totally emptied
Blood in the urine or sperm.

If a person is diagnosed with prostate cancer, they will be advised on the best treatment options. If the cancer is treatable, treatment options may include “watchful waiting” in the early stages or surgery and radiotherapy later on.

Homeless Man Asked Me to Take His Dog – A Month Later, I Received a Mysterious Letter

I never expected my life to change on an ordinary afternoon, much less because of a stranger’s plea. When a homeless man asked me to take his dog, I was reluctant, overwhelmed by my own struggles. But a month later, I received a letter that left me in tears. What was in it? And how did it bring our lives together?

Sometimes, life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.

For me, it all started with a simple request from a man who had nothing but love for his dog.

A close-up shot of a dog | Source: Pexels

A close-up shot of a dog | Source: Pexels

It had been a year since my husband, Jason, passed away in a car accident. A year of struggling to hold myself together, to be strong for my 8-year-old son, Liam.

Some days were harder than others, but every day felt like a battle.

You see, losing Jason shattered my world.

He wasn’t just my husband. He was my partner. My best friend. My everything.

At first, I didn’t think I could go on.

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A close-up shot of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney

I’d wake up to the emptiness of our bed, hear the silence where his laugh used to echo, and feel the ache in my chest that never seemed to go away.

But every time I felt like giving up, I’d look at Liam. He needed me.

I couldn’t crumble when he was depending on me.

Liam, my sweet boy, had inherited Jason’s kind heart. He’d notice when I was having a hard day and quietly slip his arms around me.

A boy sitting at the breakfast table | Source: Midjourney

A boy sitting at the breakfast table | Source: Midjourney

“It’s okay, Mom,” he’d say, his small voice full of reassurance. “I’m here for you.”

His words always brought tears to my eyes, but they also gave me strength.

My little Liam was with me when we were leaving the grocery store that day. He was wearing his oversized coat, chattering about his school project.

His enthusiasm was one of the few things that could still make me smile, even on my darkest days.

As we loaded the bags into the trunk, I noticed a man sitting at the edge of the parking lot.

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A homeless man sitting with a dog | Source: Pexels

He was huddled under a threadbare blanket, his face red from the biting cold. Beside him sat a small, scruffy dog, trembling as it pressed against his side.

“Mom,” Liam said, tugging on my sleeve, “the dog looks so cold. Can we help?”

I glanced at the man, then at Liam. My heart sank. We didn’t have much to give. Money was tight, and I was barely keeping us afloat.

“Sweetheart, we can’t take on another problem right now,” I said gently, closing the trunk.

But as we prepared to leave, the man stood and approached us.

I instinctively froze, holding Liam close.

A woman standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

“Ma’am,” he began, his voice hoarse and hesitant, “I’m sorry to bother you, but… would you take my dog?”

I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “What?”

He looked down, his face filled with shame.

“Her name’s Daisy,” he said. “She’s all I have, but I… I can’t take care of her anymore. She’s freezing, and I don’t have enough to feed her. She deserves better than this.”

I didn’t know what to say. The desperation in his eyes was unmistakable.

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A homeless man extending his hand | Source: Pexels

My first instinct was to say no. I mean, how could I possibly take on a dog when I was barely holding things together?

But then Liam tugged on my hand, his big, pleading eyes looking up at me.

“Mom, please. She needs us,” he whispered.

I looked at Daisy, her matted fur and trembling body, and my resolve crumbled. I couldn’t say no.

Not with Liam’s hopeful face and the man’s brokenhearted plea.

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A boy looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“All right,” I said softly, crouching down to pet Daisy. “We’ll take her.”

The man’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Thank you so much.”

As we drove home that day, I couldn’t stop glancing at Daisy in the backseat. She was curled up beside Liam.

I didn’t sleep much that first night. Daisy whined softly from her spot in the living room, clearly uneasy in her new surroundings.

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A dog in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Liam had spread out his favorite blanket for her, the one with the cartoon dinosaurs he refused to sleep without.

“It’s okay, Daisy,” he said, patting her head with his little hands. “You’re safe now, okay? We love you.”

Watching them together filled me with an unexpected warmth.

And for some reason, the heaviness in my chest felt a little lighter. I guess I hadn’t felt this content ever since Jason passed away.

Over the next few weeks, Daisy became part of our little family.

A side-view shot of a dog | Source: Midjourney

A side-view shot of a dog | Source: Midjourney

Liam doted on her, feeding her, brushing her tangled fur, and even reading her bedtime stories.

“She likes ‘Goodnight Moon’ best,” he announced one evening with complete seriousness.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”

“She wagged her tail when I read it,” he insisted, as Daisy rested her head on his lap, her eyes half-closed.

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A boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Daisy brought something into our home that we hadn’t realized we were missing. Joy.

Liam’s giggles echoed through the house when she chased after a ball or licked his face with abandon.

Even I found myself smiling more, feeling a small sense of purpose in caring for her. It wasn’t just Daisy who needed us. We needed her too.

Then, a month later, something unexpected happened.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

It was a cold evening.

Liam was doing his homework at the kitchen table while Daisy snoozed by his feet. I was sorting through mail when I noticed an envelope tucked among the bills and grocery store coupons.

It was plain, with no stamp or return address.

It just had the words, From your old friend written in shaky handwriting.

Curious, I opened it and pulled out a folded piece of paper. As I read the letter inside, my heart clenched.

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A woman reading a letter | Source: Midjourney

Dear Daisy,

I hope you’re warm and happy. I miss you so much, but I know I made the right choice. You deserve a home, food, and people who love you the way I do. I think about you every day but knowing you’re safe helps me keep going.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you needed. Thank you for being my friend when I had no one. I’ll never forget you.

Love,

Your old pal.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Liam’s voice broke through my thoughts.

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A boy looking at his mother | Source: Midjourney

“Mom? What’s wrong?” he asked, his small face full of concern.

I showed him the letter, and his expression turned serious as he read it. When he looked back at me, his jaw was set in determination.

“Mom, we have to find him,” he said. “He shouldn’t be alone.”

This is what I meant when I said my son inherited his father’s kind heart. Jason was the same. He could never let anyone suffer.

“You’re right,” I told my son. “We’ll find him.”

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A woman talking to her son | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, we packed a bag with food, a thick blanket, and some warm clothes. Liam insisted we bring Daisy along.

“She’ll help us find him,” he said confidently, scratching behind her ears. “She misses him too.”

We started at the parking lot where we’d first met him, but there was no sign of the man. The icy wind bit at our faces as we searched, asking people nearby if they’d seen him.

Most shook their heads, but a kind woman at a nearby coffee shop told us she’d seen someone matching his description at a soup kitchen downtown.

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A woman in a coffee shop | Source: Pexels

Liam’s face lit up.

“Let’s go, Mom!” he said, tugging at my sleeve.

We immediately drove to the soup kitchen.

As we pulled up, Daisy suddenly perked up in the backseat, her tail thumping against the seat.

“I think she smells him!” Liam exclaimed.

Sure enough, there he was, sitting outside the soup kitchen, huddled under a tattered blanket.

He looked thinner, his cheeks hollow, but there was no mistaking him.

Before I could say a word, Daisy bolted from the car, her leash slipping from Liam’s hands.

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A dog running away | Source: Midjourney

“Daisy!” Liam shouted, but she was already halfway to him, her little body shaking with excitement.

The man looked up just in time to catch her as she leaped into his arms.

“Daisy girl,” he whispered.

He buried his face in her fur, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. Tears streamed down his face, and I felt my own eyes well up.

A man hugging his dog | Source: Midjourney

A man hugging his dog | Source: Midjourney

I walked over, Liam close behind me.

“Hi,” I said softly. “I’m Emma. We’ve been taking care of Daisy.”

He looked up, his eyes full of gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said. “I missed her so much, but I knew I couldn’t give her what she needed. Seeing her like this… it means everything to me. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her again.”

“You don’t have to say goodbye forever,” Liam told the man. “We can bring her to see you. Right, Mom?”

I nodded, smiling through my tears. “Of course. We’d love to.”

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

From that day on, we visited him every two weeks.

We’d bring Daisy, along with food and supplies. The man never asked for anything except some time with Daisy. He wanted to hold her, play with her, and feel a sense of connection again.

Slowly, we got to know him better.

His name was Edward, and he had been through more hardship than I could imagine, yet his love for Daisy had never wavered.

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A homeless man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Months later, another letter arrived. But this one had an address.

Dear Emma,

Your kindness gave me hope when I had none. I’m writing to tell you that I’ve started over. I found a job, and I’m staying in a small condo now. I’ll never forget what you and Liam did for me. Thank you for believing in me.

Your friend,

Edward.

Soon, Edward became part of our family.

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A man standing outdoors, smiling | Source: Midjourney

I’m grateful that fate sent Daisy our way because it taught Liam the power of kindness. It also proved that even the smallest acts of love can change lives.

Sometimes, I think about how close I was to saying no that day. And how saying yes changed everything.

So, before you say no to kindness, pause and think.

The world thrives on kindness, and it needs those who step up without hesitation. Those who open their hearts even when it’s hard.

It needs people like you to make it brighter, warmer, and better for everyone.

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A child making a heart side with his hands | Source: Pexels

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