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.

Rich Man Met an 8-Year-Old Boy in the Town Square on Christmas Eve — ‘Can You Help Me Find My Family?’ the Boy Asked

On Christmas Eve, a wealthy but lonely Dennis stumbles upon a lost eight-year-old boy in the town square. Haunted by memories of his own childhood, Dennis soon finds his life changing in ways he never expected.

The square was alive with lights and laughter. Kids zipped around on skates, their cheeks red from the cold. Couples walked hand in hand, leaning close, bundled up, and smiling. A small group of carolers sang on the corner near the big tree, voices warm even in the chilly air.

A snowy street on Christmas | Source: Pexels

A snowy street on Christmas | Source: Pexels

I took it all in, trying to feel… something. You’d think a successful guy like me, an orphan who grew up to be a businessman, wouldn’t feel out of place here.

But here I was, alone, like every other holiday season. I’d had a few relationships over the years, but my partners saw dollar signs, not me.

A sad man outside on a snowy day | Source: Midjourney

A sad man outside on a snowy day | Source: Midjourney

Suddenly, I felt someone collide with me, and I turned to see a young woman sprawled on the ground, looking up at me with a grin. Her laughter was contagious, and for a split second, I couldn’t help but smile back. She was beautiful, bright-eyed, with a spark that caught me off guard.

“Oops,” she laughed, still sitting there. “Sorry! Guess I’m not as good on skates as I thought.”

A woman on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

A woman on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

“It’s alright,” I said, offering a hand to help her up. “You sure you’re okay?”

But just as quickly, a tall guy came over, scowling as he pulled her away from me. “Hey, buddy, what’s the deal here? Hitting on my girl?”

“No, I wasn’t,” I said quickly, backing off, with my hands up. “Just helping her up, that’s all.”

An aggressive man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

An aggressive man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, well, don’t,” he muttered, shooting me a glare as he led her away. She looked back once, mouthing a quick “Sorry,” and then they were gone, swallowed by the crowd.

I stood there for a moment, shaking my head. “So much for miracles,” I muttered. I turned to leave, ready to head home.

An upset man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

An upset man on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

Then I felt a small tug on my coat. I turned around, half-expecting that girl again, but instead, I found myself looking down at a boy. He couldn’t have been more than eight, with wide brown eyes and a nervous look on his face. He clutched a small keychain, his hand trembling.

“Excuse me, sir,” he said, voice soft and polite. “I… I need some help. I can’t find my family. Haven’t seen them in days.”

A sad boy next to a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

A sad boy next to a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

The words hit me like a blast of cold air. “You… you lost your family?” I asked, lowering myself to his eye level. “When did you last see them?”

The boy looked down, shuffling his feet. “I’m not sure. I been lookin’ for a while, though. But… but please, sir, don’t call the police.”

“Not the police?” I asked, puzzled. “But if you’ve been lost for days—”

A serious man talking to a boy | Source: Midjourney

A serious man talking to a boy | Source: Midjourney

He shook his head vigorously. “No, no police. I heard people sayin’ that sometimes, when parents don’t have much money, the police take kids away. And… and my family doesn’t have much. They’re poor. I’m afraid they’ll… well, they’ll take me away, too.”

I looked at him, feeling a pang of something I hadn’t felt in years. I knew what it was like to be a kid worried about getting taken away.

A sad boy in an orphanage | Source: Midjourney

A sad boy in an orphanage | Source: Midjourney

“Alright,” I said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “No police, I promise. We’ll just… we’ll figure this out. Okay?”

He nodded, relief flashing across his face. “Thank you, sir. I didn’t know who else to ask.”

“Call me Dennis,” I said. “And what’s your name?”

A smiling man talking to a young boy | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man talking to a young boy | Source: Midjourney

“Ben,” he replied, clutching his keychain a little tighter.

“Alright, Ben,” I said. “Let’s get you home. Do you know where you live?”

He nodded. “It’s a little ways from here. I can show you. I think I remember.”

A sad blue-eyed boy | Source: Midjourney

A sad blue-eyed boy | Source: Midjourney

I called my driver, and we waited in the cold as he pulled up to the curb. Ben climbed in first, tucking himself into the back seat. I followed, shutting the door and glancing over at him. “So,” I said, trying to make conversation, “what kind of keychain is that? Looks pretty special.”

He looked down, fingers wrapped around the tiny silver heart on his keychain. “It’s… well, it’s just a keychain they give you at this place I stayed at once.”

A small silver keychain | Source: Midjourney

A small silver keychain | Source: Midjourney

I looked at it more closely, realizing that it looked familiar. Very familiar.

“So, you like Christmas?” I asked instead.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” he mumbled, still looking out the window.

When we reached the address he’d given, I got out and walked with him up to the front door. He knocked once, then again. Silence.

A sad boy near a door | Source: Midjourney

A sad boy near a door | Source: Midjourney

“Maybe they went to my grandparents’ place,” he said, though he didn’t sound convinced.

I glanced back at the square, its lights twinkling in the distance. “Alright, Ben,” I said, kneeling down to his level. “Maybe we’ll give it some time. How about we head back to the square and enjoy a few things while we wait? Have you ever been skating?”

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A smiling man looking down | Source: Midjourney

He looked at me, his eyes lighting up. “I haven’t! Can we?”

I stood up, smiling. “Sure. Why not?”

As we headed back to the square, Ben’s face lit up with excitement. The whole place was glowing, with lights strung up on every tree and children darting around. I hadn’t done much for the holidays in a long time, but tonight felt different.

Christmas fair | Source: Pexels

Christmas fair | Source: Pexels

“So, skating first?” I asked, nodding toward the rink.

Ben’s eyes went wide. “Really? Can I?”

“Absolutely. Let’s get some skates.”

A boy on a skating rink | Source: Freepik

A boy on a skating rink | Source: Freepik

Minutes later, we were on the ice. Ben took off, shaky at first, his little arms flailing. I was no expert, but I managed to stay upright. We slipped, stumbled, and laughed. I felt lighter than I had in years.

“Look, Dennis! I got it!” he shouted, gliding a little more steadily, a grin stretched across his face.

A man smiling after he fell on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

A man smiling after he fell on a skating rink | Source: Midjourney

“You’re a pro already,” I laughed, half-joking. “I’m gonna need lessons from you!”

After skating, we tried one of the carnival games—throwing rings onto bottles. He didn’t win, but he nearly knocked over the whole stand with how excited he was.

“Can we get hot chocolate?” he asked, eyeing the stand nearby.

Hot chocolate | Source: Pexels

Hot chocolate | Source: Pexels

“Of course,” I said. We got our steaming cups, finding a bench to sit and watch the crowd. As he sipped, Ben looked so content. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a peace in his expression that felt like a gift.

I looked at him, a warmth growing in my chest that I hadn’t felt in years. I’d only known this boy for a few hours, yet I felt connected to him. And I didn’t want the night to end.

A happy boy holding hot chocolate | Source: Midjourney

A happy boy holding hot chocolate | Source: Midjourney

But eventually, I cleared my throat. “Ben, maybe… maybe it’s time to head back to the shelter.”

He looked up, surprised, and for a moment, his face fell. “How did you know?”

I smiled gently, pointing at his keychain. “I recognized that keychain the second I saw it. They gave out the same ones when I stayed there.”

A man talking to a boy on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to a boy on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney

His eyes widened. “You… you were at the shelter?”

I nodded. “A long time ago. I was around your age. So, I understand. I get what it feels like to want a family, even just for a night.”

Ben’s eyes dropped to the ground, and he nodded slowly. “I just… I wanted to feel like I had a family, you know? Just for Christmas.”

An upset boy | Source: Freepik

An upset boy | Source: Freepik

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I know. And I’m really glad I got to spend Christmas Eve with you, Ben.”

He looked up, and I saw the gratitude in his eyes. “Me too, Dennis.”

We walked back to the shelter in silence, the warmth of the evening settling between us. When we arrived, a familiar face was waiting outside. It was her, the young woman who’d bumped into me earlier. Her eyes widened with relief as she spotted us.

A concerned woman sitting on a street | Source: Midjourney

A concerned woman sitting on a street | Source: Midjourney

“There you are!” she exclaimed, rushing over to Ben and hugging him tightly. “We were so worried about you. We should notify the police you’re back.”

Ben squeezed her hand, mumbling, “I was okay. Dennis helped me.”

The woman looked up at me, her expression softening. “Thank you so much for bringing him back.” She let out a breath, then added with a tired smile, “I’m Sarah. I volunteer here. We’ve been searching for him since this afternoon.”

A smiling man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

“Nice to meet you, Sarah,” I said, realizing this must be more than a chance meeting. We stood there for a moment, caught in a quiet, shared relief. She looked exhausted, her face a mix of worry and something else—hurt, maybe.

I hesitated, then asked, “Rough night?”

A man talking to a woman on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to a woman on a Christmas fair | Source: Midjourney

She nodded, looking away. “I found out my boyfriend… well, he was cheating on me. Tonight, of all nights.” She laughed sadly, brushing a tear away. “But I guess that’s how it goes.”

On impulse, I blurted, “Well… would you maybe like to get a coffee?”

She looked down at Ben, then back at me. “Actually… I’d love that.”

A smiling woman outside | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman outside | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few months, I found myself at the shelter often. Sarah and I would meet there, talking for hours and helping out together.

The more time we spent, the closer we grew, both to each other and to Ben. He seemed to shine whenever we were all together, and soon the shelter felt like the home I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.

A happy family on a walk | Source: Midjourney

A happy family on a walk | Source: Midjourney

By the time the next Christmas rolled around, everything had changed. Sarah and I were now married, and Ben had officially become our son. That Christmas Eve, we went back to the square, the three of us hand in hand, surrounded by laughter and lights.

We watched the skaters, sipped our hot cocoa, and felt at peace as our own little family, a miracle in the making.

A happy family together | Source: Midjourney

A happy family together | Source: Midjourney

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