Shannen Doherty, ‘Beverly Hills 90210’ and ‘Charmed’ Star, Dies at 53

After being diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015, Shannen Doherty, who was well-known for her performances on the immensely successful programs “Beverly Hills, 90210” and the witchcraft fantasy “Charmed,” passed away. 53 was her age.

Publicist Leslie Sloane issued a statement on behalf of actress Shannen Doherty, saying, “It is with a heavy heart that I confirm the passing of actress, Shannen Doherty.” After battling illness for many years, she lost her struggle on Saturday, July 13. With her dog, Bowie, at her side, the loving daughter, sister, aunt, and friend was surrounded by those she loved. In order for the family to grieve in peace, they kindly request privacy at this time.

In 1990, Doherty became well-known as the youthful brunette Brenda Walsh on the Fox sitcom “Beverly Hills, 90210.” The Walshes, who had recently moved from Minnesota to Beverly Hills with her twin brother Brandon (Jason Priestly), were the quintessential out-of-place family, always in awe of the antics of the L.A. rich kids.

The storyline in the first season where Brenda contemplates losing her virginity caused controversy because of the romance between Brenda and Dylan, played by Luke Perry. It was also widely reported when Dylan and Jennie Garth’s character Kelly broke up, and the show was hailed for being the first to tackle sensitive subjects like racism and drug misuse.

The program was a huge smash, and along with its popularity, the cast—including the teenage Doherty—came under intense scrutiny and rumors. Even though Kelly, played by Garth, was first seen as the less likeable character on the program, Brenda quickly gained popularity and became the cast member that everyone loved to despise. The media referred to her as a diva, and there was even a newsletter published before the internet called “I Hate Brenda.” Before departing the show at the conclusion of season four, Doherty made 111 appearances. There were rumors that she had issues with other cast members, especially Garth.

On “Beverly Hills 90210,” Jason Priestley, left, Shannen Doherty, Jennie Garth, and Ian Ziering.

Everyone had matured by the time the program was revived twice more, and Doherty reappeared as Brenda in the 2008 revival of “90210” and the 2019 reincarnation of “BH90210.”

Following her turbulent exit from “Beverly Hills, 90210,” Doherty established herself in the supernatural thriller “Charmed,” which centers on three sisters who come to terms with their supernatural identity and realize they must band together to battle evil.She costarred with Alyssa Milano and Holly Marie Combs as Prue Halliwell, the eldest of the three sisters. She helmed three episodes of the show in 2000 and 2001: “Be Careful What You Witch For,” “The Good, The Bad, and The Cursed,” and “All Hell Breaks Loose,” which was her final appearance. When she departed the show at the conclusion of the third season, her role was eliminated.

Doherty was born in Memphis, Tennessee, but she and her family relocated to Los Angeles when she was young. At the age of ten, she landed a role on the television show “Father Murphy.” At the age of eleven, Michael Landon cast her as Jenny Wilder in “Little House on the Prairie” after noticing her in the series.

After that, Doherty costarred with Wilfred Brimley in a recurrent role on the family series “Our House.”

She starred in several feature films, including the teen classic “Heathers,” “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” “Mallrats” directed by Kevin Smith, and “Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back.”

She made appearances in a number of TV movies in addition to “North Shore” and “Riverdale,” among other shows.

The lead actor in “Beverly Hills 90201” was Shannen Doherty.©Courtesy/Aaron Spelling Prods

She produced the reality show “Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty” in 2006, in which she assisted individuals in dangerous relationships who wished to end their relationship but were unable to do so on their own. She then made an appearance in “Off the Map With Shannen and Holly,” another reality show.

Doherty was given a breast cancer diagnosis in February 2015, and she declared herself to be in remission in 2017. However, the cancer has spread and come back by 2019. She kept on working, landing parts in TV films such as “List of a Lifetime” and “Dying to Belong.” In addition, Doherty was the host of the well-liked podcast “Let’s Be Clear With Shannen Doherty,” where she openly talked about her experiences with breast cancer and her career.

She claimed to have been having radiation treatment in June 2023 for cancer that had progressed to her brain.

She temporarily wed poker player Rick Salomon and Ashley Hamilton, the son of George Hamilton. In 2011, she wed photographer Kurt Iswarienko. In 2023, they filed for divorce.

I Returned Home with My Daughter Only to Find Out My Husband Had Disappeared — the Reason Left Me Speechless

They say life can change in an instant. For me, that instant came on a Tuesday evening when I returned home from the park with my four-year-old daughter to find our apartment eerily quiet and my husband’s closet completely empty.

Have you ever had that feeling where your whole world shifts beneath your feet? Where everything you thought you knew suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore?

That’s exactly how I felt when I found that note from my husband, telling me he’d only return if I fulfilled “one request.”

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

I used to think I had a pretty good handle on my life.

At thirty, I had what most people would consider the whole package. A beautiful daughter, a stable marriage, and a cozy apartment in the city.

Sure, Jordan and I had our moments, like any couple married for six years, but we always worked through them.

I thought my life was going well until that Tuesday evening when my world came crashing down.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Pexels

“Mommy, can we go to the park?” Grace asked that afternoon, her big brown eyes pleading with me as she hugged her favorite stuffed rabbit. “Please? I want to show Mr. Hoppy the new swings!”

I smiled, setting aside the pile of laundry I’d been folding. “You know what? That sounds like a perfect idea.”

The park was just a few blocks from our apartment, and Grace chatted the whole way there about her day at daycare.

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A black fence in a park | Source: Pexels

“And then Emma shared her cookies with me at snack time, and Miss Sarah said my drawing was the prettiest!”

“That’s wonderful, sweetie,” I laughed, swinging our joined hands between us. “Was it another unicorn drawing?”

“No, silly! It was our family,” she said. “You and me and Daddy and Mr. Hoppy!”

We spent nearly an hour at the park, Grace conquering the slide at least twenty times before I gave her several final pushes on the swings.

The late afternoon sun was starting to dip when I finally convinced her it was time to head home.

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A girl blowing bubbles in a park | Source: Pexels

“But Mommy, just five more minutes?” she begged.

“Come on, munchkin. We need to start thinking about dinner.”

The first sign something was wrong came when we reached our floor. The door to our apartment was slightly ajar, which was unusual. Jordan was always careful about security.

“Jordan?” I called out as we stepped inside. “Hey, are you home early?”

Silence.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Grace, honey, why don’t you go put Mr. Hoppy in your room?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice casual despite the growing unease in my stomach.

Something felt off.

As soon as Grace disappeared down the hall, I headed straight for our bedroom. But the sight that greeted me made my heart stop.

Jordan’s side of the closet was completely empty. His dresser drawers hung open, cleared out. His laptop was gone from his desk, along with the framed photo of us from our honeymoon that usually sat beside it.

A desk in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A desk in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

My hands were shaking as I noticed the piece of paper on his pillow. The message was brief, written in Jordan’s familiar scrawl.

I will return only if you fulfill ONE REQUEST.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, the note crumpling slightly in my trembling fingers. What was happening?

Jordan and I had argued about him working too much just last week, but we’d made up. Everything had been fine. Normal. Hadn’t it?

“Mommy?” Grace’s small voice came from the doorway. “Where’s all Daddy’s stuff?”

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A little girl looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I quickly stood up and forced a smile.

“Hey sweetie. Daddy… Daddy had to go away for a little while. But it’s okay. We’re okay.”

As I pulled her into a hug, I wondered if I was trying to convince her or myself. Either way, I had a sinking feeling that nothing was really okay at all.

My first instinct was to call Jordan’s cell. With Grace playing in her room, I paced our living room, listening to the rings until his voicemail picked up.

“Jordan, where are you? What’s going on? Please call me back immediately.”

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

I tried messaging him on every social platform we used, but nothing helped. After an hour of silence, I started calling his friends.

“Hey Mike, it’s Kathryn,” I said when his best friend answered. “Have you heard from Jordan today?”

“Kathryn? No, haven’t talked to him since last week’s game night. Everything okay?”

“I… I don’t know. He’s gone. Like, really gone. His clothes, his laptop… everything’s gone, and he left this weird note about coming back if I fulfill some request.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

There was a long pause. “What? That doesn’t sound like Jordan at all. Have you called Tom or Steve?”

I called everyone I could think of, but nobody had heard anything.

Finally, with my hands shaking, I dialed his parents’ number.

“Linda? It’s Kathryn,” I tried to keep my voice steady. “Is Jordan with you?”

“Jordan? No, honey. Is something wrong? You sound upset.”

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An older woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“He’s… he’s gone. I came home and all his things were gone. He left a note saying he’ll only come back if I fulfill some request, but I don’t know what he wants. I can’t reach him anywhere.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Linda’s voice rose with concern.

“Robert!” I heard her call to Jordan’s father. “Robert, come here. Something’s happened with Jordan.”

“We haven’t heard anything from him,” Robert’s gruff voice came on the line. “This isn’t like him at all. Have you called the police?”

“I… no, not yet. I kept hoping he’d call or come back or…”

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A woman talking to her in-laws | Source: Midjourney

“Call them,” Robert interrupted firmly. “Right now. We’re coming over.”

I ended the call and dialed 911, my voice cracking as I explained the situation. Within thirty minutes, two officers were at our door – Officers Martinez and Chen according to their badges.

“Ma’am, can you tell us exactly what happened?” Officer Martinez asked, notebook in hand.

I recounted everything while Officer Chen examined the apartment.

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A close-up shot of an officer’s uniform | Source: Pexels

Grace had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from the park and confused by all the commotion.

“And there were no signs of forced entry?” Officer Chen asked.

“No. He must have just… packed up and left while we were at the park.”

“Any recent arguments? Financial troubles? Signs of depression?”

I shook my head. “Nothing unusual. We had a small argument last week about his work hours, but we resolved it. Everything seemed fine.”

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A woman talking to a police officer | Source: Midjourney

They took down all the information, but I could tell from their expressions that there wasn’t much they could do. Jordan was an adult who had left of his own accord.

“We’ll file a missing persons report,” Officer Martinez said gently, “but since there’s no sign of foul play…”

“I understand,” I whispered.

The next three days were a blur. I barely slept, jumping every time my phone buzzed. Jordan’s parents helped with Grace while I made more calls, checked our bank accounts, and tried to piece together any clues I might have missed.

Then came the doorbell on that third day.

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A person ringing the doorbell | Source: Pexels

I rushed to answer it, hope surging in my chest, only to find a plain brown package on our welcome mat.

My heart pounded as I picked it up, already knowing somehow that it was from Jordan.

The package had a DNA test and a letter. I quickly took the letter out and read it.

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A close-up shot of a handwritten letter | Source: Pexels

Dear Kathryn

I know this may come as a shock, but I need to know the truth. I’ve always suspected something.

Recently, I was looking through some old college photos of yours, and I saw your best friend from back then. As I looked at the picture, I couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between her and Grace. Same hair color, same eyes, same nose.

I started wondering if Grace was not really my daughter.

I’m sorry, but I need you to do a DNA test for Grace. I can’t continue without knowing.

If you send me the results and they confirm I’m her father, I’ll return. If not, I can’t come back.

Please, send the results to the address below.

I couldn’t believe it.

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A woman holding a letter | Source: Midjourney

Eight years together, and this was what he thought of me? Of our daughter? All because Grace happened to look like my old college friend?

I sat at our kitchen table, staring at that letter until the words blurred.

“You want proof?” I whispered to the empty room. “Fine. You’ll get your proof.”

I went ahead and did the DNA test. Not because Jordan wanted it. Because I wanted to prove how wrong he was.

I quickly took a cheek swab while Grace was sleeping. She barely stirred when I did it. Then, I sealed the sample and sent it for testing.

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A woman sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

While we waited for the results, I threw myself into keeping life normal for Grace. But at night, after she was asleep, the anger would come rushing back.

“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” Grace asked one morning over breakfast.

I smoothed her hair, fighting back tears. “I’m not sure, sweetie. But you know what? You and me… we’re going to be just fine.”

“Like Emma and her mommy?” she asked, referring to her friend from daycare whose parents had divorced last year.

“Maybe,” I said softly. “We’ll figure it out together.”

A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

When the DNA results finally arrived, I wasn’t even surprised. Of course, Jordan was Grace’s father. I’d never had a single doubt.

But as I held those results in my hands, I realized something important. Proving Jordan wrong wasn’t going to fix what he’d broken.

I sat down at my laptop and began typing.

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A woman typing a letter | Source: Pexels

Dear Jordan,

Here are your precious DNA results. Congratulations! You’re officially Grace’s biological father. But you know what? It doesn’t matter anymore. A real father wouldn’t abandon his daughter over a paranoid suspicion. A real husband wouldn’t disappear and leave his family in panic. A real man wouldn’t hide behind notes and packages instead of having an actual conversation.

You wanted the truth? Here’s the truth: We don’t need you. I don’t want someone who could throw away eight years of love and trust because our daughter happens to look like my old friend. Grace deserves better than a father who could doubt her very existence. I deserve better than a husband who could think so little of me.

Don’t bother coming back. We’re done.

-Kathryn

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I sent both the results and my letter to the address he’d provided. Then I blocked his number, called a lawyer, and started the process of filing for divorce.

That evening, as Grace and I sat coloring at the kitchen table, she looked up at me with those innocent eyes and asked, “Are you sad, Mommy?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“No, sweetie,” I replied, realizing it was true. “I’m not sad. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is say goodbye to something that’s not good for us anymore.”

She nodded sagely, in that way only four-year-olds can, and went back to her coloring.

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A child coloring a rainbow | Source: Pexels

It’s been a week now, and I haven’t heard anything from Jordan. Maybe he’s ashamed. Maybe he’s angry. Maybe he’s relieved.

Honestly, I don’t care anymore. His disappearing act showed me exactly who he was, and his ridiculous demand proved what he thought of me.

Some people might think I’m being too harsh, cutting him out completely. But tell me, what would you do if someone you loved disappeared without a word, put you through days of panic and worry, only to demand a DNA test based on a photo resemblance? Would you take them back? Or would you do what I did and choose your own peace of mind?

All I know is that Grace and I are going to be just fine.

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A woman sitting on the floor | Source Midjourney

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