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.

My Husband Secretly Sent a Photo of My Lasagna to His Friends, Calling it ‘Disgusting’ — So I Taught Him a Lesson

When my husband mocked my homemade lasagna behind my back, I teamed up with my mother-in-law to serve him a taste of his own medicine. What followed was a dinner he wouldn’t forget, teaching him a lesson in appreciation and respect.

My husband, Dave, and I have been married for about three years. I pride myself on my cooking skills. I’m no gourmet chef, but I’ve never had any complaints — until recently.

Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Last Friday, I decided to make one of my favorite recipes: homemade lasagna. I spent hours preparing it, making sure everything was perfect. When it was finally ready, I served it up with a smile. I expected at least a ‘thank you’ from Dave.

Instead, he took one bite, made a face, and pulled out his phone. I thought he just took the photo because he photographs everything around. But in a second, I heard the sound of a text message arriving. Curious, I peeked over his shoulder and my heart sank.

Unpleased Dave with lasagna | Source: Midjourney

Unpleased Dave with lasagna | Source: Midjourney

The message read, ‘Look at what she made tonight. It’s barely edible. I miss Mom’s cooking.’

My blood boiled. “Dave, what the heck is this?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked up, startled. “What? Oh, nothing,” he stammered, trying to hide his phone.

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Close-up portrait of his he nice attractive funny confused brunet bearded guy wearing pink tshirt waiting news biting lip isolated over violet purple lilac pastel color background | Source: Getty Images

“Nothing? You just texted someone that my lasagna is barely edible and you miss your mom’s cooking!” I snapped.

Dave sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just… I don’t know, venting. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Do you have any idea how much effort I put into this? If you didn’t like it, you could have just told me.”

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Man texting on his phone | Source: Unsplash

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he said defensively.

“By telling me to my face, or by texting someone behind my back?” I shot back. “Because I think this is way worse.”

Dave rubbed his temples. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It was a dumb thing to do.”

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Sad elderly woman | Source: Pexels

I wasn’t satisfied with his half-hearted apology, but I decided to drop it for the night. The next day, I had a different plan.

I told Dave that I had a work event and would be home late. In reality, I went to his mom’s house. She was a wonderful woman and I wanted to ask her for advice. When I arrived, she welcomed me in with open arms.

“Hey, sweetie! What brings you here?” she asked, giving me a hug.

Mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

I sighed. “It’s about Dave. He did something really hurtful yesterday.”

She frowned. “What happened?”

I told her about the lasagna incident and showed her the message Dave had sent. She was shocked and immediately agreed to help me.

Mother-in-law comforts the woman | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law comforts the woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh God! I never brought him up to be such a brat. Hon, he’ll learn a lesson. I have a plan.”

My mother-in-law offered to cook up a storm in her kitchen. She made all of Dave’s favorite dishes, but with a twist. She over-seasoned, undercooked, and generally made sure everything tasted awful.

Then she plated it all up beautifully, knowing Dave wouldn’t be able to resist taking a picture. Then she called him and invited him for dinner.

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A slice of lasagna garnished with basil | Source: Pexels

The house smelled delicious, even if I knew better. As she worked, she explained the plan in detail, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I’ll make the mashed potatoes too salty, the green beans half-cooked, and the chicken dry as a bone. He’ll be so excited when he sees the spread, and then… well, let’s just see what happens.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You really think this will work?”

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Elderly woman with a cup | Source: Pexels

She winked. “Oh, honey, I know it will. Dave has always been a bit too sure of himself when it comes to food. This will be a wake-up call.”

As we set the table, my nerves started to ease. This was going to be interesting.

When Dave arrived, his eyes lit up at the sight of the delicious spread. He eagerly dug in, but with each bite, his face started changing. He looked confused and a bit scared.

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Scared man | Source: Pexels

With a smirk on her face, his mom asked sweetly, “Is everything okay?”

He stammered, “Uh, yeah, it’s just… not what I expected.”

She smiled and said, “Hmmm, strange, I thought you missed my cooking?”

Mother-in-law tells Lily the story | Source: Midjourney

Mother-in-law tells Lily the story | Source: Midjourney

Dave went pale as the realization hit him. He turned to me, standing in the kitchen doorway, and I said, “I saw your message, Dave. If you have something to say about my cooking, say it to my face. I hope you enjoyed tonight’s meal as much as I enjoyed making it.”

Dave was speechless, and his mom chimed in, “I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful. You owe your wife an apology.”

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Elderly lady with a laptop | Source: Pexels

He mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

But I wasn’t done. I pulled out my phone and said, “You know, Dave, I think I’ll send a picture of tonight’s meal to the boys’ chat, just like you did with my lasagna. Maybe they’ll appreciate a taste of your favorite dishes, ‘Mom’s style.’”

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Senior woman and young woman sitting at dining table holding hands | Source: Getty Images

His eyes widened in horror as he realized what I was about to do. “No, please don’t!” he pleaded.

I gave him a stern look. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before mocking someone’s hard work.”

From that day on, Dave never complained about my cooking again, at least not behind my back. Whenever I cooked, he made sure to show his appreciation.

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Senior woman in her 80s looks away, seeming confused and anxious | Source: Getty Images

His mom looked at him sternly. “Dave, you need to understand how hurtful your words can be. Your wife put in a lot of effort to make that meal. She deserves your respect.”

Dave nodded, looking ashamed. “I know, Mom. I’m really sorry.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” she replied. “You need to show her that you appreciate what she does.”

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Senior Caucasian woman with chin in hands | Source: Getty Images

Dave looked at me, his eyes full of regret. “I really am sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I crossed my arms and said, “Well, now you know how it feels to have your hard work disrespected.”

He nodded vigorously. “I promise, I’ll never do it again. I’ll be more appreciative from now on.”

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Portrait of serious mature businessman wearing glasses in office | Source: Getty Images

His mom chimed in, “Good. Now, why don’t we all clean up together? It’ll give you a chance to show some of that appreciation.”

Dave quickly agreed, “Yes, Mom. Let’s clean up.”

As we worked together to clean the kitchen, Dave kept apologizing and thanking me for the meal. I could see he was genuinely sorry, and it felt good to know that he had learned his lesson.

Thankful Dave | Source: Midjourney

Thankful Dave | Source: Midjourney

Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed, Dave turned to me and said, “I really am sorry for what I did. I was being an idiot, and I hurt you. I never want to do that again.”

I sighed, feeling some of my anger melt away. “I appreciate the apology, Dave. But you need to remember that words can hurt. Next time, just be honest with me. We can work on things together.”

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Woman hugging boyfriend | Source: Getty Images

He nodded. “I will. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

“Just don’t mess it up,” I replied, giving him a small smile.

The next morning, Dave made breakfast as a gesture of goodwill. He served me a plate of pancakes with a shy smile. “I hope these are okay.”

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Man makes pancakes | Source: Pexels

I took a bite and smiled. “They’re perfect.”

Dave beamed, looking relieved. “I’m glad you like them.”

From that day on, Dave made a real effort to show his appreciation for my cooking. He never complained again, and our relationship grew stronger because of it.

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Pancakes | Source: Pexels

The lesson here? Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, especially when that hand can serve up a dish of well-deserved revenge. Sometimes, a little creativity and teamwork with a great MIL are all you need to teach someone a valuable lesson.

I Returned Home from a 12-Hour Work Shift Just to Find Pizza Crusts Left for Me by My Husband as Dinner

My husband was so comfortable with not working that he wasn’t making an effort to find employment. One day he did something that broke the camel’s back and I finally lost it! I set about getting revenge on him in a way that forced him to change his ways completely.

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A frustrated and drained woman holding folders | Source: Pexels

Hi everyone, my name is Amanda and I am a 45-year-old married woman. I am not into handouts and have been working tirelessly. I’ve been juggling a full-time job and all the household chores. All the while my husband, Dave, 47, lounges around at home, doing the bare minimum.

Last week, he pushed me to my breaking point, and I decided it was time for some petty revenge! Grab some popcorn, because this one’s a good one! Before I get ahead of myself, let me start with a little background.

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A woman cleaning her house | Source: Pexels

I am a nurse by profession and that means I work 12-hour shifts. My job, which I love and wouldn’t change for anything in the world, is physically and emotionally demanding. Meanwhile, Dave’s been unemployed for over a year.

Click here to read the rest of the story.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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