Veteran actress Kathy Bates diagnosed with a serious chronic health condition

Actress Kathy Bates been a mainstay in TV and movies for a long time. Having played big roles, she is just as scary in real life as she is on television.

The actress was diagnosed with a chronic illness, which required her to make some rather major changes.

In 1970, Kathy Bates relocated to New York in order to further her acting career. She recalls how, even though she was never very smart, she managed to make things work. “I was never an ingenue,” she asserts. “My entire career, I’ve solely played supporting roles. I was always thought to be too ugly, which was a big problem for me when I was younger. According to Bates, it was difficult because there wasn’t much work and you had to accept how other people perceived you.

Her broadway career truly took off when she played Stella May in Come Back To The Five And Dime Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean in 1980. The actress was not given the opportunity to have a few roles that she portrayed converted for the big screen. She did, however, become well-known almost immediately after turning 42 thanks to her Academy Award–winning performance as a crazy fan in Misery.

Regarding the kinds of roles she was given, she stated, “You’re either young and glamorous and you’re going to get the lead, or it’s the opposite: you’re not attractive enough.” Therefore, you’re playing a buddy, a killer, a lesbian, a physician, or anything else,” she said. But the individual who gets to play the gorgeous, successful, and young role is not in a position of authority. On the other hand, a character might be strong without being a woman.

After starting to direct episodes, she went on to do so for TV series including Homicide: Life on the Street, NYPD Blue, Oz, and the hugely successful Six Feet Under.

The actress has experienced some personal health-related difficulties. She was diagnosed with cancer twice in her lifetime, in 2003 and 2012. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012 after being diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 2003.

Following her breast cancer surgery, actress Kathy Bates started discussing her diagnosis of lymphedema. She is the spokesperson for the Lymphatic Education & Research Network.

She disclosed that she had lost eighty pounds over the course of the preceding few years. The actress had to wear compression sleeves to keep her arms from swelling. Her disease tends to flare up without them, so she makes sure to wear them whether she is flying or doing physically hard job.

“I have more confidence in my ability to live with LE if I can stop rushing, relax my shoulders, straighten my spine, breathe deeply, and focus on each little moment of completing a task,” the actress said. To control the illness, she has to continually remind herself to take it slow. It was the epidemic that forced me to slow down.

She advises everyone who is ill to continue living their life in spite of it. “When people aren’t aware about LE, going out in public while wearing a compression garment can occasionally be more painful than the illness itself,” the actress said. However, a sedentary lifestyle and prolonged confinement to your home can only make your physical and mental health issues worse.

She stressed the significance of allowing your condition not define who you are, something she actively works to do.

She is making sure to advocate for more money to support organizations that work to raise public awareness of lymphedema and for more research to be done on the condition.

Despite her diagnosis, actress Kathy Bates keeps working on projects she loves since it is her passion!

The actor is a master at living her illness-related life to the fullest, not merely surviving it.

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My Husband Insisted We Live Separately for a Month – Then My Neighbor Called Me Saying, ‘Rush Home, There’s a Woman in Your Room!’

When Lisa’s husband suggests a month-long separation to “reignite their relationship,” she reluctantly agrees until a neighbor’s frantic call reveals a shocking betrayal. Rushing home, Lisa discovers that a woman has made herself very much at home in their place. This betrayal leaves Lisa determined to reclaim her life.

When Derek suggested we live apart for a month to “reignite our relationship,” I thought it was one of those modern trends couples try when they’re struggling but don’t want to admit it.

He spun it like a grand idea, claiming it would help us reconnect and appreciate each other more.

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“You’ll see,” he said, grinning over his coffee one morning. “It’ll be like dating all over again. You’ll miss me. I’ll miss you. And when the month’s over, it’ll be like a fresh start.”

I didn’t love the idea. What wife would? But Derek was insistent. He seemed so sure this was for the best, so I packed a bag, moved into a short-term rental across town, and told myself it would be fine.

The first week was awkward and lonely.

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Derek barely called or texted but chalked it up to the fact that he was “enjoying the space” and focused on staying busy.

I even started looking forward to what he’d called “our big reunion, Lisa.”

One day, I invited my sister, Penelope, over.

“Are you sure about this, Lisa?” she asked as she poured herself a glass of wine. “I mean, it’s a bit sketchy.”

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“I know,” I agreed, putting together a charcuterie board. “But whenever I showed any resistance, Derek would lose his mind. So, I figured that it was something he needed to do.”

“Yeah, I get that,” she said. “But something isn’t right about this, sis. I’d watch Derek carefully, if I were you.”

I have to admit, she was right. And I felt the same way. What good reason would Derek have to actually want us to be separated?

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Then, one quiet Saturday evening, my phone rang.

“Lisa,” Mary’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “You need to come home. Right now. I saw a woman in your house. I can’t see much, but I saw a silhouette through the window.”

I put the knife I was using for chopping vegetables down and shook my head clear.

Mary was my neighbor and wasn’t the type to overreact.

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“What? Really!?”

The air felt like it had been knocked out of my lungs.

A woman? In our house?

My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario:

Derek had moved someone else in. A mistress.

Then again, it could’ve been something else. A break-in, maybe, or Sheila, Derek’s mother.

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But I dismissed those possibilities almost instantly. Derek had been so distant lately, barely calling or texting. My gut told me that it had to be infidelity.

Infidelity.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Positive,” Mary said firmly. “Hurry, Lisa. Something is happening!”

I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed my keys and bolted out the door.

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When I reached the house, I didn’t bother knocking. My hands were trembling as I shoved the door open, adrenaline pumping through me. It was as if my instincts took over. I ran up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.

There she was.

Not a mistress, but Derek’s mother.

Sheila.

Sheila was standing in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by piles of my clothes. My closet doors were flung wide open, and she was holding one of my lace bras with a look of disgust.

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“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, startling her.

Sheila glanced up, unbothered by my outrage.

“Oh, Lisa. You’re back early,” she said nonchalantly.

She waved the bra in the air like a piece of trash.

“I’m cleaning up this house. This isn’t suitable for a married woman.”

My jaw dropped.

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“Excuse me?”

She gestured toward several trash bags on the floor. They were stuffed with my clothes, lingerie, dresses, and even casual outfits.

“Lisa, these don’t reflect the values of a proper wife. Derek asked me to help get things in order while you were gone.”

I felt a wave of rage boil over.

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“Get my things in order? By throwing away my clothes? Who gave you the right to do this?”

Sheila’s lips pursed as she straightened her shoulders.

“Honestly, Lisa, someone had to step in. This house is a mess, and your wardrobe… well, it sends the wrong message. Derek deserves better!”

Her words felt like a slap in the face.

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Sheila had always been critical. She always had snide remarks about my cooking and little digs about how I kept the house, but this?

This was a new level of audacity.

“Where is Derek?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.

“He’s out,” Sheila replied nonchalantly. “Running errands, I think. He knows I’m here. We both agree this is what’s best.”

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What’s best?

Her words echoed in my head as I stood there, stunned. Derek hadn’t just let this happen. He’d invited her here.

I was still standing in the bedroom fuming when Derek finally came home an hour later, pounding up the stairs. Sheila had moved to the living room, probably sensing her presence would only add fuel to the fire.

“Lisa?” Derek said, stepping into the room.

His tone was confused, almost annoyed. “Why are you here?”

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“Why am I here?” I snapped. “Because Mary called and told me there was a woman in our room going through my things. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was your mother!”

Derek sighed like I was the one making this into a big deal.

“Lisa, calm the heck down. Mom is just here to help out.”

“Helping out?” I repeated, incredulous.

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“Yes,” he said, his voice maddeningly patient. “You’ve been struggling with… well, everything lately. Haven’t you? You only sweep the living room and the kitchen. The rest of the house is a mess. There are crumbs in the bed. And the fridge handle is always sticky.”

“That’s because you eat in bed, Derek! You choose to eat in bed like a madman, instead of just eating in the living room or dining room. As for the fridge, it’s sticky because of your peanut butter and jelly hands.”

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“Don’t blame me for everything, Lisa!” he barked. “I thought Mom could step in while we figure things out.”

“While we figure things out?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Is that what you think this break is about? You said this separation was to reignite our relationship, Derek. Not to invite your mother in to fix me like I’m some kind of broken appliance.”

Derek rubbed the back of his neck.

“Lisa, don’t twist this. You’ve been stressed lately, and Mom offered to help. That’s all. I didn’t think you’d react like this.”

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I let out a bitter laugh.

“Of course, I’m reacting like this! You didn’t even tell me. You moved your mother into our home. Into my bedroom! And let her throw away my clothes. How did you think I’d react?”

He groaned, clearly frustrated.

“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen. It’s just… you’ve been so overwhelmed lately, and Mom knows what it takes to keep a proper home. She was trying to help you… help us.”

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I stared at him in disbelief.

“You think this is helping us? You think letting your mother invade my space, disrespect my boundaries, and insult my choices is helpful? Derek, this isn’t a partnership. It’s control. And the fact that you can’t see that is even worse.”

Derek looked stunned like he hadn’t expected me to be so angry. But I didn’t care. I was done.

I grabbed a suitcase and packed whatever clothes Sheila hadn’t deemed inappropriate. Without a second glance, I walked out the door.

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That was three days ago. I’ve already contacted a lawyer.

Some people might think I’m overreacting, but to me, this wasn’t just about the invasion of privacy or the humiliation of having my mother-in-law throw away my belongings.

It was about Derek showing, loud and clear, that he didn’t see me as an equal partner in our marriage.

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He didn’t want a wife.

He wanted someone to cook, clean, and keep the house like in the 1950s.

Well, that’s not me.

When Derek asked for a “break,” I didn’t know what he was expecting. But I’ll tell you what he’s getting.

A divorce.

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Now, I’ve moved into Penelope’s apartment while the divorce is sorted out. I can’t wait to have half of everything Derek owns.

He needs to understand what it feels like to have everything one day and then have the rug pulled out from under your feet when you least expect it.

“What was the worst part of it all for you, sis?” Penelope asked.

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“That my husband saw me as a failure,” I replied. “Our marriage wasn’t perfect, sure. But we weren’t in such deep water, you know? And Sheila always hated me. Remember when we were getting ready for the wedding, and she came and criticized my hair and makeup?”

My sister sighed and continued making the homemade pizzas we were having for dinner.

“I always knew Derek was the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted.

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“What?” I gasped, almost knocking over a bowl of olives.

“I’m sorry, Lisa,” she said quietly. “But after you met him, you lost interest in all your hobbies. Where’s my sister who would paint anything she wanted? All she needed was a canvas and her paints.”

I was quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t realize,” I said.