Suzanne Somers, 76, passed away from breast cancer following a protracted battle.
The devastating news was delivered by her agent, who stated that she “passed away peacefully at home in the early morning hours of October 15th.”
Her family had gathered to celebrate what would have been her 77th birthday on October 16th, so it was a sombre occasion. Rather, they chose to honour her exceptional life and express their thanks to all of her many fans and supporters.
For 23 years, Suzanne Somers battled an aggressive form of breast cancer while exhibiting incredible strength. According to her spokespeople, she spent her last moments surrounded by her loved ones, including her son Bruce, her devoted husband Alan, and her close family. There will be a memorial event in November, and a private family burial this week.
She told Fox News in July that her breast cancer has come back. She stated, “I have been living with cancer for decades now, using the best of conventional and alternative medicine to keep it at bay.” I keep batting that little f* back every time it appears.
“It’s a recurrence of my breast,” she stated, addressing her most recent diagnosis. Like any sufferer, you feel a pit in your stomach when you hear the dreaded phrase, “It’s back.” I then suit up for warfare and head into the fray. I’m pretty tough, and this is a battleground I know well.
When Suzanne Somers costarred with Jack Tripper (John Ritter) and Janet Wood (Joyce DeWitt) in the sitcom Three’s Company in 1977, she gained notoriety as Chrissy Snow, the vivacious blonde flatmate.
Her career took off, and she even went on to become the face of the ThighMaster, an at-home leg-toning exercise device that has supposedly brought in $300 million since its release. The product was jointly owned by her spouse, Alan Hamel.
The business zeal of Suzanne Somers extended beyond ThighMaster. Her name could be seen on everything from jewellery to protein formulas. She wrote 27 novels, 14 of which were New York Times bestsellers. Suzanne was committed to leading a health-conscious life. The actress stated, “It’s really hard for me to eat food that’s not organic because I had in reference to her recent battle with cancer, which pushed her to emphasise organic and chemical-free items in her daily life.
Since 1977, Suzanne has been wed to her cherished Alan. Bruce is the couple’s son, and Camelia, Violet, and Daisy are their three grandchildren.
After Suzanne’s death, a heartbreaking letter Alan wrote to his wife was featured in People. He delivered her the note, wrapped in pink peonies and written in all caps, the day before she passed away. “Affection” I use it daily, sometimes even many times. I use it to wrap up emails to my devoted family members. Even in emails to close friends, I use it. According to People, the note started, “I use it when I’m leaving the house.” “Love exists, then love you, and I love you too! Some of the various ways we use love are contained there. Sometimes, even if I don’t feel like using love, I feel compelled to answer to someone who signed their email with love.
“I also refer to a wonderful meal as love. I utilise it to voice my opinions about a Netflix series. I frequently allude to my house, my cat Gloria, Gloria’s actions, and the flavour of a cantaloupe I raised in my garden when I use the word love. A freshly harvested organic royal jumbo medjool date tastes amazing. I enjoy taking a bite out of a fig tree. I enjoy watching the two enormous blackbirds that dwell nearby make powerful dives right past my window. My everyday existence consists of both people and things that I adore and people and things that I don’t care about. He went on. I could go on forever, but you get the idea. What kind of love am I feeling for Suzanne, my wife? Will it be in any of the aforementioned? A big, fat no! Even when I use the word relevant, I do so with caution because there is no form of it that applies to Suzanne.
“The linguistic equivalent isn’t even close. It isn’t even a tiny fraction of a tiny fraction. Love without conditions is insufficient. It doesn’t say, “I’ll take a bullet for you.” Thinking about how I feel about you makes me cry. Sensations… That is not quite there, but it is getting close.
“It was 55 years together, 46 years married, and 42 years of not even one hour apart. That’s not even enough,” he continued. “Even going to bed at six o’clock at night and keeping hands doesn’t work. It doesn’t work to stare at your gorgeous face as you sleep. “I’m experiencing things again. “There are no words left,” he said. “Nothing is happening. Not a guarantee. Nothing to declare. It has taken 150 years for even the green-shaded Oxford University Press researchers to finally come up with that one term. Thus, I shall refer to it as “Us,” the singularly, enchanted, and utterly amazing “Us.”
