I feel like a dog who has been to the vet too many times.

Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit.

I'm a private person, I'm shy about people knowing things. And I'm really shy about my medical (care). It would be good if I could just go and heal and then when I decided to go out, it would be okay. It seems that there are areas that should be off-limits.

Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.

Everything has positive and negative consequences.

There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.

I became famous almost before I had a craft.