While convalescing from knee replacement surgery, he received the heartbreaking diagnosis.
One of the most well-known actors in daytime television, Braeden, disclosed in a 13-minute Facebook Live session on Friday that he had prostate problems that later proved to be cancer. “I started having issues with my prostate while I was healing from the knee surgery,” he stated. “I apologize for being so direct, but I believe some older guys who might or might not listen to this could benefit from this. It will occur to them.
Following a successful UroLift surgery—a therapeutic option for benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH)—doctors were able to remove the malignancy. The actor, who was born in Germany, is currently undergoing a six-week immunotherapy regimen.
He said, “I’m feeling a little under the weather, but not really much.” “I’ve learnt to not push myself too hard and to pay more attention to my body. I will understand. And I’ll soon be back to my best.
“I’m going to lick this,” Braeden said. “I’m going to get it; this bastard isn’t going to get me.”
Regarding his almost 40-year tenure on The Young and the Restless, Braeden stated it’s what keeps him going. That’s where I am at the moment, he remarked. “I enjoy entertaining people by acting. I appreciate your help. Thus, offer your support to any family member who experiences this. It might succeed. You can survive cancer these days because to the tremendous advancements in cancer treatment.
In an interview with Entertainment Weekly, Braeden revealed that performing helps him forget about his health problems and that he feels content when he knows he entertains others.
His character was originally intended to be a guest character on the show for eight to twelve weeks, but he has developed into the main male character in the soap opera.
We hope Eric Braeden gets over his health problems and wish him all the best that life has to offer.
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My Best Friend Kicked Me Out of Her Wedding After the Groom Took the Mic and Pointed at Me
When I walked into my best friend Lily’s wedding, I was ready to celebrate her happiest day. But by the end of the night, the groom was accusing me of sabotaging everything, while Lily demanded I leave. It wasn’t until I caught a glimpse of my reflection that I finally understood the chaos I’d caused.
Last weekend, I went to my best friend Lily’s wedding, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. She and I had been inseparable since middle school.
Teens girl laughing | Source: Midjourney
We’d shared every milestone, from first dances to first heartbreaks, and always imagined ourselves in each other’s weddings. We even used to joke about it, sitting on her bed as teenagers and flipping through bridal magazines.
When she asked me to be a bridesmaid, I couldn’t have been more excited. It felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for years.
Lily planned this wedding down to the last detail, and it was clear from the start that she wanted it to be unforgettable.
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The venue, a picturesque vineyard nestled in the heart of Napa Valley, was a dream come true. Every detail she showed me through the process was stunning. She’d planned cascading flowers everywhere and string lights twinkling like stars because the theme was garden elegance.
She also wanted floral arches, pastel linens, and personalized champagne bottles at every table for the reception. It was extravagant, but it was so her.
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Unlike most brides, though, Lily didn’t want her bridesmaids to wear matching dresses. “I trust you guys,” she said during one of our planning calls. “I want you to pick something that makes you feel amazing. Be bold! I don’t care if it’s sparkly or neon green—just be you.”
I took her words to heart and spent weeks searching for the perfect dress. It had to be something that struck the balance between looking beautiful and not overshadowing her. I scoured boutiques, flipped through endless online catalogs, and even sent Lily pictures of my top choices.
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She gave honest feedback on each one, but when I showed her the yellow dress I liked most, her response was instant: “OMG, yes! That’s gorgeous! You’ll look like Belle from Beauty and the Beast!”
On the day of the wedding, the vineyard looked like something out of a storybook. The ceremony took place outdoors under a flower-covered arch, with the golden sun setting in the background.
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My best friend looked radiant in her custom-made gown, a stunning creation with lace sleeves and a long, flowing train. She practically glowed, and it was impossible not to tear up as she walked down the aisle with her father. She was beautiful, happy, and so in love with Matt.
For a moment, I forgot that he wasn’t exactly the type of man I would’ve chosen for her. We never got along, but she was happy, and in the end, that’s all that mattered.
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For the reception, we moved into a ballroom. It had high ceilings, glass walls that overlooked the vineyard, and more than enough room for the 300 people in attendance.
The food was incredible, the champagne was endless, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives.
Not to brag, but I got a lot of compliments on my dress throughout the night. People called it “stunning” and said the yellow color suited me. Some even joked that I looked like “Belle at the ball,” and honestly, I loved it.
A beautiful woman in a ballroom | Source: Midjourney
Even Lily pulled me aside at one point, grinning from ear to ear. “You look amazing!” she said. “I love how confident you are in that dress!”
Her praise meant everything to me. I couldn’t have been happier. For a while, it felt like nothing could ruin the night.
Then came a surprise: a blacklight dance party.
The DJ announced it around 10 p.m., and the crowd erupted with cheers. It was something Lily had planned without telling anyone, a fun, quirky twist to end the evening on a high note.
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The lights dimmed, and the room was bathed in UV light. Suddenly, everything neon started to glow, and the dance floor filled with guests laughing at the colors that were highlighted. The music got more lively, and soon, people were dancing happily.
At first, it was great. The energy in the room was contagious, and I loved seeing everyone let loose. But then, I started noticing people staring at me. It wasn’t just quick glances, either. They were staring in shock or giving me side-eyes.
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I frowned and tried to ignore them by dancing some more. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe people were just tipsy from the open bar.
Then, out of nowhere, the music stopped.
Confused murmurs filled the room as people looked around. I spotted Matt snatching the microphone from the DJ booth, and my eyebrows furrowed.
His voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Look at her,” he said, pointing directly at me. “She came here to ruin my wife’s big day.”
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I blinked, shocked. What was he talking about?
Lily appeared beside him and, after looking in my direction, her face contorted with anger. “I can’t believe you would do this to me,” she snapped. “After everything!”
“What?” I stammered. “What are you talking about?”
Matt’s tone grew sharper. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Wearing that dress, trying to steal the spotlight. How dare you?”
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I stood there with my arms to the side, not knowing what was going on. The whispers in the crowd grew louder, and I felt the weight of every pair of eyes in the room on me.
This was like a dream I once had where I went to school in my pajamas.
Lily suddenly materialized beside me, her voice like ice. “You need to leave,” she ordered. “Now.”
“Please,” I begged, tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t know what—”
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“Stop!” she interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it. Just go.”
As I turned to leave, not knowing how I had offended my best friend, someone in the crowd shouted, “It’s the dress!”
My eyes snapped up, and I caught my reflection in the ballroom windows. My beautiful yellow dress, the one Lily had loved, was glowing bright white under the blacklights. It looked eerily similar to a wedding gown.
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My stomach dropped. “It’s not white!” I shouted, spinning around to face the crowd. “It’s yellow! You all know it’s yellow! You saw me all night!”
But the room stayed silent.
“No!” Matt’s voice boomed through the microphone. “You did this on purpose to stand out! You knew about the blacklights! You planned this! GET OUT!”
I started crying while stumbling toward the exit. Lily’s other bridesmaids, her friends from college, followed me.
Two concerned bridesmaids | Source: Midjourney
Ashley, a kind soul, put a hand on my shoulder. “Cynthia, I know this isn’t your fault, but it’s just… not a good look right now. I think Matt may have been by the bar too long. Maybe you should go home, and you can talk to Lily tomorrow?”
Sarah, a more practical woman, nodded. “It’s an accident, but Matt’s making it worse. We’ll deal with this later.”
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With a choked sob, I agreed and stumbled to my car, driving home blinded by tears.
Later that night, I sent Lily a long text. I apologized and explained that I had no idea she had planned blacklights for the party. I also added screenshots of her comments when I sent her pictures of my dress.
She knew it was yellow, not white!
“I’m so sorry,” I wrote. “I never wanted to hurt you or ruin your wedding. Please call me when you can.”
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She didn’t. Instead, by morning, I was blocked on all her social media. When I texted Ashley, she only said that Lily had been calling me “selfish” and “attention-seeking” and that she didn’t want me in her life anymore.
A week later, a package arrived at my door. Inside was a single photo of me at the wedding, glowing under the blacklights.
Below, a message was written, “Thanks for the memories.”
A polaroid of a woman with a handwritten message | Source: Midjourney
I stared at the picture, feeling my chest tightening. Was this really about the dress? Or had Matt been waiting for an excuse to push me out of Lily’s life? He’d always been cold toward me, even before they got engaged.
Maybe he didn’t like how close Lily and I were. Maybe Lily didn’t like me anymore and wanted an excuse to get rid of me.
What’s worse, I’ll probably never know the real reason for any of this because it’s been a while, and I’m still cut off.
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
But here’s what I do know: a dress shouldn’t destroy a friendship. Their reaction told me everything I needed to know. After years of loyalty, I deserved better.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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