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.
I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past — Story of the Day
When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. But the forbidden third floor and whispers about my mother’s past made me question everything I thought I knew.
When my mother passed away, my world fell apart. She wasn’t just my mom; she was my anchor. Without her, I was adrift in a storm of grief and bills that piled up faster than I could handle.
I spent countless nights scrolling through job postings. “Experience required.” “Degree preferred.” Each rejection chipped away at my hope.
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“Come on, Sarah,” I whispered to myself.
Then, one day, a thick envelope arrived.
The Harrisons?
I’d never heard of them, but the letter inside offered a job as a nanny for their eight-year-old son, Lucas. It felt like a miracle.
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***
When I arrived at the Harrison estate, its grandeur was overwhelming—perfect gardens, towering doors, everything so pristine it felt unreal.
“You must be Sarah,” a sharp voice broke my thoughts.
I turned to see a stunning woman descending the steps.
“I’m Veronica,” she said curtly. “Come in.”
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The house’s gleaming marble floors and sparkling chandeliers gave it the feel of a museum rather than a home.
“This way,” Veronica said briskly.
Lucas, my charge, stood by the staircase, clutching a book.
“Hi,” he mumbled, barely glancing up when prompted.
“Lucas isn’t much for talking,” Veronica said, brushing him off.
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She continued outlining the rules.
“And one more thing,” she said, stopping abruptly. “The third floor is off-limits. That’s where the grandmother lives. She values her privacy.”
I nodded, but her tone made me uneasy.
At dinner, I met Richard, Lucas’s father, a kind-eyed man who looked older than his years.
“Lucas has mentioned you,” he said warmly.
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“Has he?” I asked, glancing at Lucas as he pushed broccoli around his plate.
“He’s observant,” Richard said with a small smile.
Then there was Oliver, Richard’s eldest son, “just visiting for a while.”
That night, as I settled into my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the house held secrets that were tied to the forbidden third floor.
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***
While tidying Lucas’s room one afternoon, I stumbled upon a dusty old photo album tucked away at the back of his closet. Its leather cover was cracked and worn as if it had been forgotten for years.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully opened it, flipping through the pages.
The photographs were full of happy moments: Richard as a young man, his arm around a lovely woman who must be his first wife. Beside them was little Oliver grinning at the camera.
My lips curved into a small smile, but as I turned the next page, my heart stopped.
This is… my mother!
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There she was, smiling brightly, standing beside Richard, holding baby Oliver in her arms.
What is she doing in these photos?
I remembered how she had once mentioned working as a nanny for a wealthy family, but she had never given me any details.
Why? Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell me?
I stared at the photo, unable to look away.
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That evening, I wandered the hallways of the Harrison house, thinking. As I passed the living room, sharp voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.
“Your mother keeps bringing up Kristy and her child,” Veronica hissed, her tone edged with frustration. “I’m sick of hearing about it. How much longer are you going to let her go on with these stories? Kristy existed, didn’t she?”
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Richard’s voice was heavy. “She’s old, Veronica. She doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time. Kristy was just a nanny for Oliver. My mother is mixing up memories with things that never happened.”
I froze, gripping the banister. Kristy. That was my mother’s name. They were talking about her.
My breath caught as realization hit. The grandmother knew something about my mother and this family.
Is she trying to tell them something important?
I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to start: the third floor.
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***
The next evening, I waited for my chance. Richard and Veronica left for a charity event, and Oliver was buried in a book in the study. I tucked Lucas into bed, leaving the baby monitor on the nightstand, and quietly made my way to the third floor.
My heart thudded in my chest as I reached the locked door to the grandmother’s room. I’d noticed earlier that the kitchen keyring held a small, unmarked key. Slipping back downstairs, I retrieved it, hoping it would fit. When I returned, I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click.
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The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on a small table. The scent of lavender lingered in the air. An ornate rug lay beneath a chair where the grandmother sat by the window, a photograph trembling in her wrinkled hands. She didn’t look up until I stepped inside.
Her gaze landed on me, and her eyes filled with tears.
“You must be Sarah. You look so much like Kristy.”
“You… you knew my mother?” I stammered, stepping closer.
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She nodded, motioning for me to sit on the chair across from her.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she said, clutching the photo tightly. “Your mother worked here many years ago. She was Oliver’s nanny, but she was much more than that. She was everything to Richard.”
“What do you mean?”
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Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was filled with emotion.
“Your mother and Richard fell in love. It was a big secret. They had to hide it. Richard was already married, and my husband, your grandfather, demanded they keep up appearances for the family’s reputation. When Kristy found out she was pregnant with you, she left. She didn’t want to destroy the family. We’d been mailing for years. That’s why I have your photos.”
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The room spun around me. I shook my head, trying to process her words.
“Is Richard my father?”
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.
“Yes, my dear. You are his daughter. I’ve tried to tell him, but he won’t listen. He thinks I’m just a senile old woman.”
Her voice cracked. “And Veronica, his new wife… She’s kept me isolated, trying to silence me.”
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I couldn’t speak. The weight of her words crushed me. She reached for my hand.
“That was my invitation in your mail. You have your mother’s spirit. And I want you to be part of our family. Sooner or later.”
“No one will believe me,” I said quietly. “They’ll think I’m here to take something or cause trouble.”
The grandmother’s expression softened.
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“In time, they will. Your mother, Kristy, was the only one who truly loved Richard for who he was, not for what he had. He knew it then, and he’ll feel it now. He will accept you because you’re part of her—the woman he truly loved.”
“I should go,” I said, hearing faint rustling through the baby monitor in my pocket. “Lucas needs me.”
“Go on, dear. We’ll talk again when the time is right.”
I slipped out, locking the door behind me. The hallway felt heavy as I descended the stairs, thoughts racing.
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Reaching Lucas’s room, I found him sound asleep, his small hand clutching his blanket. I exhaled in relief.
But, at that moment, I didn’t notice the faint sound of a door closing in my room.
***
When I entered my room, my breath caught! Oliver was sitting on the edge of my bed.
“You spoke to her, didn’t you?” he asked.
I nodded, unsure of how much to admit. “I didn’t mean to, but…”
He raised a hand, stopping me.
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“It’s fine. I overheard everything.” His face softened, the guarded expression fading. “I always knew something didn’t add up about that time. Now it makes sense.”
His understanding gave me courage, and we made a plan together. That evening, Oliver convinced Richard to call a family dinner. Even Veronica, though suspicious, had no idea what was coming.
As everyone gathered, including the grandmother, my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.
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“I have something to say. I didn’t come here with a plan to disrupt your family, but now that I know the truth, I can’t keep quiet.”
All eyes were on me as I told my story: how my mother had worked here, how she’d loved Richard, and the secret she carried when she left.
“I’m not here to take anything from you,” I added, looking directly at Richard. “But your mother deserves more respect than she’s been given. She’s far more capable than you think.”
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Veronica’s face reddened, but before she could speak, Richard raised a hand.
“Enough,” he said firmly.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the quiet.
“I think it’s better if I leave. I didn’t come here to stay, and now you finally have a chance to make things right as a family.”
My gaze moved from Richard to the grandmother, and then to Oliver. “This is your time to fix what’s broken.”
Richard’s lips parted as if to object, but he said nothing. He only nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.
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***
The next morning, I packed my bags. At the door, Oliver handed me an envelope with a salary. “You’ll always have a brother in me. Don’t be a stranger.”
A month later, I was invited back for my grandmother’s birthday. Lucas and Oliver welcomed me warmly, and Richard approached.
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“I ended things with Veronica. I want to make up for lost time.”
I stayed, and slowly, we became what we were meant to be. Grandmother laughed with Lucas in the garden, Oliver and I raced through morning runs, and my father and I biked along sunlit paths, sharing stories of my mother.
Together, we began to heal. At last, I had a family.
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