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.
Rich Man Sees His Former School Teacher as a Homeless Man – ‘I’m Here Because of Your Mother,’ Says Teacher

I was on my way to close another deal when a familiar face stopped me in my tracks. It was a man I never expected to see again, especially not like this. What he told me next changed everything I thought I knew about my past.
The wind whipped through the bustling city street, sending shivers down my spine despite the expensive coat I wore. I was focused on the upcoming business meeting, my mind running through figures and projections, when something—or rather, someone—caught my eye.

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A figure slumped against the side of a building, covered in a tattered coat. At first, I tried to look away, but something about him seemed familiar.
Then it hit me.
“Mr. Williams?” I stopped, disbelief coating my words. “Mr. Williams, is that really you?”
The man lifted his head slowly, and my heart sank. It was him, no doubt about it. His once bright eyes, now dull and tired, met mine, and I could see the recognition flicker in them.

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“Arthur,” he rasped, his voice rough from the cold or maybe from something deeper, something more painful.
“My dear Arthur… I’m so ashamed that you are seeing me like this.”
“Mr. Williams,” I repeated, stepping closer. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the man who had once been my rock.
“What happened? How did you… end up like this?”
He gave a bitter chuckle, the sound harsh and dry.

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“Life has a way of throwing curveballs, doesn’t it?” He looked down, pulling the ragged coat tighter around his frail body.
“But you, Arthur… you’ve done well for yourself. Just like your parents.”
“You taught me everything,” I blurted out, a mix of admiration and sadness swelling in my chest.
“I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you. You were more than just a teacher to me. You were… you were like a father.”
He looked up at me then, his eyes softening. “I did what I could, Arthur. But your success… that’s your own doing.”

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“No,” I insisted, shaking my head.
“You don’t understand. It wasn’t my mother or the money. It was you. You taught me discipline, how to think critically, how to never give up.”
Mr. Williams sighed deeply, his breath visible in the cold air. “You give me too much credit, Arthur.”
I crouched down beside him, desperation creeping into my voice. “Please, Mr. Williams, let me help you. This isn’t right. You don’t deserve this.”
He hesitated, the silence between us stretching out uncomfortably. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with sorrow.

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“Arthur, I’m here because of your mother.”
I froze, the words hanging in the air like a bad dream.
“What do you mean? My mother? What does she have to do with this?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes filled with a sadness I’d never seen before.
“Your mother… she had a way of getting what she wanted. And when she didn’t get it…”
“What happened?” I asked, the urgency in my voice clear. “Please, Mr. Williams, tell me.”

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He looked away, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched the edges of his coat.
“It all started when I gave you a lower grade on an exam. You remember? It wasn’t to punish you, but to push you, to make you reach your potential.”
“I remember,” I said quietly. “You always said I could do better.”
“I believed in you, Arthur. But your mother… she didn’t see it that way.” He paused, collecting his thoughts.
“She came to see me and demanded that I change your grade. I refused. I told her it wasn’t about grades, but about the lessons you’d learn from failure.”

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I could feel my heart racing, dread pooling in my stomach. “And then?”
“She wasn’t happy,” Mr. Williams continued, his voice heavy with regret. “She threatened to ruin me if I didn’t comply. But I stood my ground.”
I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath the surface. “I can’t believe this… I had no idea.”
“She came back a few days later, acting like she wanted to make amends,” he said, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

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“Invited me to a café, said she wanted to understand my perspective. I thought… maybe we could work something out.”
I could see where this was going, but I needed to hear it. “And?”
“When I got there, she wasn’t alone,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.
“The school principal was with her. She accused me of improper conduct, said I’d demanded the meeting to secure your grades. The principal believed her—after all, she was on the school board.”

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The pieces started falling into place, and I felt sick to my stomach. “They fired you.”
“Not just fired,” he corrected, his eyes darkening.
“I was blacklisted. No school would touch me. And then… I got sick. Spent everything I had on treatment, and… well, here I am.”
I stared at him, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a ton of bricks.
“Mr. Williams… I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Arthur,” he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. “But now you know the truth.”

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I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “Let me help you. I can’t just walk away from this. You’re the reason I am who I am. Let me do something—anything—to make it right.”
As we walked toward my car, Mr. Williams leaned on me for support. Each step seemed to take a toll on him, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much more this man had suffered. But I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to let him walk away from this, not again.
“Arthur,” he began, his voice hesitant, “you don’t have to do this. I’ve managed this far… barely, but I’ve managed. I don’t want to be a burden.”

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“Burden?” I stopped and looked at him, incredulous.
“Mr. Williams, you were never a burden. You gave me everything I needed to succeed. The least I can do is offer you a little help in return. Besides, I’ve been thinking… I could really use someone like you.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I’ve got two kids of my own now, Mr. Williams. They’re smart, but they need someone who can push them, someone who won’t just give them the easy answers. Someone like you.”

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His expression shifted from confusion to something I hadn’t seen in his eyes for a long time—hope. “Arthur… are you asking me to…?”
“Yes,” I nodded, unable to contain my excitement.
“I want you to come work for me as a private tutor for my children. I trust you with their education more than anyone else. They need someone who will teach them not just how to solve equations, but how to think, how to be disciplined,just like you did with me.”
For a moment, he was silent, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions.

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“Arthur,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t know what to say. After everything that’s happened… I didn’t think I’d ever teach again. I thought that part of my life was over.”
I squeezed his shoulder, trying to convey just how much this meant to me.
“It’s not over, Mr. Williams. You’ve got so much left to give. And my kids… they’re going to be lucky to have you. Just think of it as a new beginning.”
He blinked back tears, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I don’t deserve this, Arthur. Not after all the mistakes I’ve made.”

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“Mistakes?” I shook my head. “The only mistake was letting someone like you fall through the cracks. You didn’t fail me, Mr. Williams. You saved me. And now, I want to help you do the same for my children.”
He looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
“You’ve already repaid me a thousand times over,” I said softly, guiding him toward the car.
“Just come home with me. Let’s get you settled in, and we’ll figure everything else out from there.”

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As we drove through the city, the silence between us was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. Finally, as we pulled up to my house, Mr. Williams turned to me, his voice filled with resolve.
“Arthur,” he said, with a strength I hadn’t heard in years, “I won’t let you down. I’ll give your children everything I gave you, and more. They’ll grow up to be just as strong, just as capable as you are.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

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“I know you will, Mr. Williams. And this time, no one’s going to take that away from you.”
He nodded, and as we stepped out of the car, he paused, looking up at the house—a symbol of the life he once had, and the new one he was about to begin. He turned to me, his eyes shining with determination.
“Let’s get to work,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

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