Shannen Doherty shared heartbreaking social media post just days before she died

The news of Shannen Doherty’s passing caught the world by storm and left many mourning. The Charmed star was 53 and battled cancer for the past seven years of her life.

Before her tragic passing, she made a heartbreaking post online.

During her battle with the disease, Doherty often shared updates regarding her health condition. She was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015 when she disclosed that she had ‘invasive breast cancer metastatic to at least one lymph node.’

After several surgeries and treatments, the 90210 star experienced remission after her initial cancer diagnosis, but the disease later returned.

In 2020, she shared the devastating news that she had been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer, a severe stage where the cancer spreads to various parts of the body.

In 2023, Doherty confirmed that the cancer had metastasized to her brain and bones, resulting in surgery that removed ‘almost all’ of the brain tumor.

In her final social media post, the actress shared a clip from the Let’s Be Clear podcast on her Instagram page.

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“So, you know, for the first time in I have no idea how long, I’m going to be on chemo for I have no idea if it’s going to be, you know, three months or if its going to be six months or if we are going, you know, if after three months if it’s not working if we’re going to change again,” he said in the clip.

“Like, I don’t really, that’s not something that I can predict. It’s not something my doctors can predict and it’s scary.

“It’s like a big wake up call at the same time I got to say that there is some positivity there and the positivity is that because my molecular structure of my cancer cells changed recently.

“It means that there’s a lot more protocols for me to try. So, you know, for the first time in a couple months probably I feel hopeful because there are so many more protocols now.”

“Whereas before I was hopeful but I was still getting prepared.”

Doherty’s death was confirmed yesterday, July 14, by her friend and publicist Leslie Sloane.

“It is with a heavy heart that I confirm the passing of actress Shannen Doherty.

“On Saturday, July 13, she lost her battle with cancer after many years of fighting the disease. The devoted daughter, sister, aunt and friend was surrounded by her loved ones as well as her dog, Bowie. The family asks for their privacy at this time so they can grieve in peace.”

We are so very sorry for this devastating loss. May she rest in peace.

Harold lived alone, and one night, he was startled awake by the sound of clanging metal coming from his garage… 

The garage lights flickered to life, illuminating the scene before Harold. Dust motes danced in the single beam, revealing three figures scrambling to their feet. They wore identical black hoodies, their faces obscured in the shadows.

“Hey! Get outta here!” Harold shouted, his voice surprisingly steady.

The intruders, startled, reacted like startled cats. Two of them bolted towards the garage door, disappearing into the darkness of the night. But the third, taller than the others, tripped over a discarded tire, tumbling to the concrete floor.

Harold, adrenaline coursing through his veins, moved towards the fallen figure. He grabbed the young man’s arm, intending to pull him to his feet. But as the hood fell back, revealing the intruder’s face, Harold froze.

It was Billy.

Billy, his neighbor’s son. Billy, the boy he’d often seen tinkering with his own beat-up old truck, the boy he’d sometimes offered advice to, a friendly nod and a wave. Billy, whose face was now contorted in a mixture of fear and pain.

Harold quickly released his grip. “Billy?” he stammered, disbelief washing over him.

Billy, still sprawled on the floor, looked up at him, his eyes wide with terror. “Mr. Davis… I… I’m so sorry.”

Harold knelt beside him, his mind reeling. What was Billy doing here? Why was he trying to steal his car?

“What… what are you doing, Billy?” Harold asked, his voice trembling.

Billy hesitated, his eyes darting nervously around the garage. “I… I needed the money,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “My mom… she’s sick. The bills are piling up. I… I didn’t know what else to do.”

Harold felt a surge of sympathy, a wave of understanding washing over him. He knew Billy’s family wasn’t well-off. His mother, a single parent, struggled to make ends meet.

“Billy,” Harold said gently, “you shouldn’t have done this. There are other ways to get help.”

Billy looked down at his hands, shamefaced. “I know, Mr. Davis. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do anything like this again.”

Harold sighed. He knew how desperate times could drive people to do desperate things. He remembered a time, long ago, when he had faced his own share of hardships.

“Get up,” Harold said, helping Billy to his feet. “Let’s go inside. We need to talk.”

As they walked towards the house, Harold felt a strange sense of responsibility. He couldn’t simply turn Billy over to the police. He couldn’t let this promising young man throw his life away.

He had to help him.

The next morning, Harold contacted a local social worker. He explained the situation, omitting the attempted theft, focusing instead on Billy’s family’s financial difficulties. The social worker, a kind woman with a gentle demeanor, listened patiently and promised to look into the matter.

Over the next few weeks, Harold kept a close eye on Billy. He offered him odd jobs around the house, helping him earn some extra money. He also spent time talking to him, offering words of encouragement and guidance.

Slowly, things started to improve. Billy found a part-time job at a local mechanic shop, and his mother received assistance from social services. The fear and desperation that had clouded Billy’s eyes began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Harold knew he couldn’t erase the past, but he hoped he could help Billy find a better future. He had learned a valuable lesson that night: sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most profound connections. And sometimes, the greatest strength lies not in punishment, but in compassion and understanding.

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