Special Guest Blogger: Shannen Doherty

If you’re reading this, one of two things is true. Either you’ve finally decided to care about my life story (thank you, loyal fan!), or you stumbled here while Googling 'Is that 90210 girl still alive?' Spoiler: She’s not. But more on that later.
Let’s start at the beginning or as I like to call it, the part where I accidentally became a ’90s icon.
I was born in 1971, which, in astrological terms, means I’m a Cancer.
My big break? Little House on the Prairie. The show where I played a girl who lived in Minnesota and by the time I joined Beverly Hills, 90210, I’d mastered the skill of  pretending to be a rich teenager.
Eventually, I decided to stop playing teenagers and start playing, well, adults? You may have seen my 10 page nude spread in Playboy. Very artistic.
It was a rocky transition but hey, I tried and while I may not have won any Oscars, I did manage to survive Hollywood long enough to realize that no one knows what they’re doing. Not the producers. Not the stylists. And definitely not me because i was labelled the bad girl of the nineties which didn't help when the tabloids regularly featured heavy partying, on set lateness and physical fights but especially particularly my long running feud with fellow 90210-er Jennie Garth.  
My next big hit was being cast in the television series, Charmed where i played one of the lead characters, Prue Halliwell, the oldest of three sisters who are witches but after three seasons i was sacked due to severe on-set tensions with co-star Alyssa Milano.
My attitude probably explains why i was married, and divorced three times, well two and half actually because one of my last acts was to finalise my divorce and the official declaration arrived two days after my death.
Cancer. That's one party crasher we all hope never shows up. In 2008, I got the 'You’re dying, sweetie' news but I’m Shannen Doherty! I didn’t just have cancer, I turned chemo into a spa day (minus the cucumber slices), survivors’ meetings into group therapy and my YouTube channel into a platform for me to argue with my Intravenous Drip pole.
The worst part? Explaining to people that yes, I did have breast cancer which had spread to my bones and brain, and no, I won’t stop talking about it.
I guess now i'm dead I am best remembered as Brenda Walsh and not the woman who laughed in the face of mortality and wore ugly sweaters to chemotherapy but that's ok, as long as i am also remembered for my grit, hope, badassery and gorgeous, glossy hair.