Shannen Doherty, known for her roles on the wildly popular series “Beverly Hills, 90210” and on the witchcraft fantasy “Charmed,” has died after being diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015. She was 53.
“It is with a heavy heart that I confirm the passing of actress, Shannen Doherty,” Doherty’s publicist Leslie Sloane said in a statement. “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.”
Doherty rose to fame in 1990 as the fresh-faced brunette Brenda Walsh on Fox’s “Beverly Hills, 90210.” Along with her twin brother Brandon, played by Jason Priestly, the Walshes were the classic fish-out-of-water family that had recently moved from Minnesota to Beverly Hills and were constantly amazed at the antics of the L.A. rich kids.
The romance between Brenda and Dylan, played by Luke Perry, spawned controversy in the first season for the storyline where Brenda considers losing her virginity. Their later breakup, when Dylan hooked up with her best friend Kelly, played by Jennie Garth, was also big news, and the show was considered groundbreaking in its willingness to address topics like drug abuse and racism.
The show was a massive hit, and with its success came an inordinate amount of scrutiny and gossip surrounding the cast, including teen-aged Doherty. Though the show had started out with Garth’s Kelly as the less likable character, the perception soon changed and Brenda become the cast member everyone loved to hate on. She was labeled a diva in the press and there was even a pre-internet newsletter called “I Hate Brenda.” Doherty appeared in 111 episodes before leaving the series at the end of season four, amid reports of friction with other cast members, particularly Garth.
By the time the show was rebooted two more times, everyone had mellowed with age and Doherty returned as Brenda in the 2008 revival “90210” for one season and in the later revival 2019 “BH90210.”
After her stormy departure from “Beverly Hills, 90210,” Doherty found her footing on “Charmed,” the supernatural drama following three sisters who discover they are witches and must work together to fight evil. She played the oldest of the three sisters, Prue Halliwell, alongside Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs. In 2000 and 2001, she directed three episodes of the series — “Be Careful What You Witch For,” “The Good, The Bad, and The Cursed,” and “All Hell Breaks Loose,” the last episode she appeared in. Her character was killed off when she left the series at the end of the third season.
Born in Memphis, Tenn., Doherty moved to Los Angeles with her family as a child and got her start at age 10 with a role on the series “Father Murphy.” Michael Landon saw her in the series and cast her as Jenny Wilder in “Little House on the Prairie” at age 11.
Doherty then had a recurring role on the family series “Our House” with Wilfred Brimley,
In feature films, she appeared in another teen classic, “Heathers,” as well as in “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” and Kevin Smith’s “Mallrats” and “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.”
Among the other shows she appeared on were “North Shore,” and “Riverdale” as well as in a number of TV movies.
In 2006, she produced a reality show, “Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty,” where she helped people in relationship peril who wanted to get out but couldn’t do it on their own, and later appeared in another reality show, “Off the Map With Shannen and Holly.”
Doherty was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2015, and in 2017 said she was in remission. But by 2019 the cancer had returned and spread. She continued working, with roles in TV movies including “Dying to Belong” and “List of a Lifetime.” Doherty also hosted a popular podcast, “Let’s Be Clear With Shannen Doherty,” in which she discussed her career and talked frankly about how breast cancer had impacted her life.
In June 2023, she said she had been receiving radiation for cancer that had spread to her brain.
She was briefly married to George Hamilton’s son Ashley Hamilton and poker player Rick Salomon, and in 2011 she married photographer Kurt Iswarienko. They filed for divorce in 2023.
My Boyfriend Dumped Me for My Mom and Thought He Would Get Away With It, but He Had No Idea What Was Coming — Story of the Day
When my boyfriend dumped me for the one person I trusted most—my own mother—I thought the pain would break me. He believed he could betray me and walk away without facing the consequences. But what he didn’t know was that I had no intention of letting him get away with it.
They say no relationship is perfect, and for a long time, I believed that about Travis and me. Sure, we argued sometimes.
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Travis could be distant, dismissive, and had a bad habit of making everything about himself. But we had love, or at least I thought we did.
He used to bring me coffee in bed—just how I liked it, with a splash of oat milk and two sugars.
He’d leave little sticky notes on the fridge that said things like “You got this” or “Smile, today’s yours.”
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And sometimes, when we lay in bed, he’d play songs on his phone and whisper, “This one reminds me of you.”
I told myself that love wasn’t about perfection, but about holding on through imperfections.
We’d been living together for almost a year. I honestly believed we were building something strong, something real.
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My mother, Linda, came over often. She always said she just wanted to help.
She’d bring homemade chicken soup, fold our laundry when I hadn’t gotten around to it, and offer advice about things I never asked for—like how to decorate the living room or cook rice without it sticking.
I appreciated it, really. At least, I used to. I even felt lucky to have a mom who cared enough to be around.
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Until that one awful afternoon. I left work early. My head was pounding, and all I wanted was to lie down in the quiet and rest before making dinner.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I heard soft music playing in the living room, and voices—low, familiar voices.
I thought maybe Travis was watching TV. Then I walked in and saw him. Travis was kissing my mother. His hands rested on her waist. She was smiling. And my world broke in half.
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“What the hell is going on?!” I shouted. My voice cracked. I had never heard myself that loud. My chest was tight. My hands were shaking.
Travis sighed. He looked annoyed. Not guilty. Not sorry. “Rachel, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t even step back. He just stood there like this wasn’t a big deal.
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Linda crossed her arms. She tilted her head like I was a child throwing a fit. “You always make everything a crisis,” she said. “We were going to tell you.”
My mouth dropped open. I felt heat rise to my face. “You were going to what, exactly? Sit me down like it’s some family meeting and say, ‘Surprise, we’re a couple now’? You’re my mother!”
I stepped toward them. My voice shook. “How could you do this to me?”
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Linda didn’t flinch. Her voice stayed cold. “Travis deserves someone who listens to him. Someone who isn’t constantly exhausted or nagging. Maybe if you had been more of a woman, this wouldn’t have happened.”
I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Travis spoke next. “You haven’t exactly been easy to live with, Rachel. You shut down every time we had a real conversation. Linda gets me.”
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It felt like a punch to the gut. I looked at him like he was a stranger. I grabbed his coat from the chair and threw it at him. “Get out. Both of you.”
They didn’t argue. They walked past me like I was nothing. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. I just stood there, frozen, in the middle of the room, surrounded by silence.
The nausea started two days later. At first, I blamed it on the stress, the shock, the pain that came from watching my own mother walk away with the man I loved.
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My stomach had been in knots since that afternoon, so throwing up didn’t seem strange.
But when I got sick for the third time that morning, something inside me whispered that this was more than just heartbreak.
I drove to the pharmacy in silence. My hands were cold on the steering wheel.
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I bought two pregnancy tests and took them as soon as I got home. Both showed two lines.
I stared at them, hoping I was wrong. I went back and bought four more. It felt silly, but I needed to be sure.
Back home, I sat on the cold bathroom floor, surrounded by six tests. All of them said the same thing.
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I was pregnant. With Travis’s child. The same man who kissed my mother. The same man who left me like I meant nothing.
I waited three more days before I called him. I stared at my phone for a long time. My hands felt heavy. My heart beat fast. When he picked up, I didn’t waste time.
“I’m pregnant,” I said.
There was silence on the other end. Then he finally spoke. “Are you sure?”
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“Six tests,” I said. “They all say the same thing.”
He didn’t say much after that. Just told me he was coming over. I didn’t tell him not to.
That evening, he showed up at my door. He held a small paper bag. His face looked tired. He had that same blank expression he wore the year he forgot my birthday.
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“I brought some stuff,” he said. He put the bag on the counter. “Crackers, ginger tea. I looked up what helps.”
I didn’t move. I crossed my arms. “You think snacks fix betrayal?”
He looked at me like I was being unfair. “I’m trying to be involved. You always say I don’t show up. Well, I’m here now.”
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I stared at him. “You’re here because you got caught.”
Over the next week, Travis kept showing up like nothing had happened. He asked if I had called the doctor yet.
He wanted to know if I liked the name Ella for a girl or Jacob for a boy. He talked about baby clothes and cribs like we were a normal couple.
Sometimes he asked how I was feeling or if I needed anything. Other times, he just sat on the couch and talked about his job like old times.
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I didn’t understand what he was doing or why he was trying. But I didn’t stop him. I still needed time.
Then one evening, my phone rang. I saw her name on the screen, and for a moment I just stared at it. Something inside me already knew this call would hurt. Still, I answered.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Linda said. Her voice was light and sweet, but I could hear the sharp edge underneath. “Just wanted to let you know—I’m pregnant too.”
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I froze. I held the phone against my ear, but I couldn’t speak. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
“You heard me,” she said again. “And in case you’re wondering, yes, I planned it. I knew you’d try to pull him back with your little surprise. So I made sure he’d stay with me.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t ask anything. I ended the call and set the phone down slowly. My fingers were stiff, and my whole body felt cold.
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That night, Travis walked in like he always did. He didn’t even knock. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at me, like he wasn’t sure what version of me he’d get.
“Did she tell you?” he asked, his voice low.
“Did you think she wouldn’t?” I asked back. My voice came out steady, though I felt like screaming.
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Travis let out a breath and rubbed his hands together. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t sign up for two kids. I’m barely managing my own life.”
I looked him straight in the eye. “Then maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with two women in the same family.”
He shook his head. “I’m just saying… maybe this doesn’t have to be so complicated. You have options.”
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“You think I should make this easier for you by getting rid of my baby?”
“I’m just saying it might be for the best. You’re not in a good place right now. You’re overwhelmed.”
I walked to the door and pulled it open. “Get out. Now.”
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“Rachel, don’t be like this. We can figure something out.”
“I said get out!” I shouted. “And if you ever tell me what to do with my body again, I swear to God—”
Travis left, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake. I stood frozen, my hands trembling at my sides.
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Then the tears came. Not slow or soft, but hard and sharp. My knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor.
The sobs tore through me, loud and painful. I couldn’t catch my breath. I pressed my face to the floor, trying to stop shaking, but I couldn’t.
I cried for everything—the man I thought loved me, the baby I hadn’t planned for, and the mother who had turned into a stranger.
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When the sun came up, I felt different. Not better. Just colder. Something inside me had shut off.
The girl who hoped, who trusted, was gone. I wasn’t going to beg Travis to stay. I wasn’t going to call Linda and ask why.
I was going to raise this baby alone. They had made their choice. Now it was my turn.
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I sat at the kitchen table and wrote a letter. I didn’t read it over. I folded it, grabbed my keys, and drove to Linda’s house. My plan was simple—leave the letter and walk away.
But when I opened the door, Travis was there, dragging a suitcase down the hall.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharp as I stepped into the hallway. My heart was already pounding. I could see his suitcase halfway zipped.
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Travis flinched. He didn’t turn to face me right away. “I was just getting some stuff,” he mumbled.
I didn’t stop. I walked straight past him and pulled the suitcase open. Right on top were two plane tickets. I grabbed them and held them up.
“Plane tickets?” I said. “You’re running away.”
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Travis rubbed his face. He looked tired. “I can’t deal with this anymore. Linda’s been insane since she found out. She won’t stop talking about the baby. She’s always watching me. She keeps asking about names, nursery colors, everything. I feel trapped.”
“You weren’t going to tell her, were you?” I asked. “You were just going to leave without a word.”
He looked down. “I was going to send a message once I got out. I didn’t plan for any of this. You both made it messy.”
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I stared at him, feeling my stomach twist. “You cheated. You lied. You played with people’s lives. And now you’re blaming us?”
Travis shook his head. “You’re both impossible. I’m tired of being the bad guy all the time.”
“You are the bad guy,” I said. My voice was low, but it didn’t shake. “You made this mess, and now you want to run from it.”
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His eyes narrowed. “You act like you’re better than me. You’ve treated me like trash since all this started.”
“You humiliated me. You broke everything. And now you’re doing it to her too. You think that makes you a victim?”
He raised his voice. “Maybe I’m not cut out to be a dad. Maybe I never was.”
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Without saying anything, I ripped the tickets in half. I threw the pieces on the floor. I stood still for a moment, breathing through the rage, then pulled out my phone.
“Linda,” I said when she answered. “Your perfect man is standing here with a suitcase and a ticket out of your life. Thought you should know.” I hung up before she could respond.
Travis stared at me. “What the hell was that?”
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“Consequences,” I said. “You’ll hear from my lawyer. You’re paying for both children. Whether you like it or not.”
I walked past him without looking back. I left the torn-up letter on the table where he could see it and know I had meant to be kind, but changed my mind.
I stepped outside and felt the sun hit my face. The air smelled fresh, like a new start. For the first time in weeks, I felt steady on my feet.
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As I drove home, the tight feeling in my chest began to fade. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t crushing me anymore.
I didn’t know what kind of mother I would become. I had no plan, no clear answers. But I knew one thing for sure—I would never again let someone make me feel small or unworthy.
Travis and Linda had taken so much from me. I had lost the man I loved and the woman who raised me. But I had found something stronger than both of them. I had found myself.
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