Jackie Collins Dead After Battle With Breast Cancer

Jackie – the sister of legendary actress Joan Collins – kept her six-year cancer battle a secret from the public, admitting she didn’t want “sympathy”. She went on to make a fortune dishing about debauchery in tinsel town.

She explained: “I was so shocked, that’s the thing that astonishes me”.

Collins embraced Twitter in her later years, and she loved the engagement with her over 150,000 followers. He cooked what she said was the “most seductive meal” she has ever had. Losing her almost seven-year battle with breast cancer. With the end near, she decided she wanted to finally come forward and share her journey with the world. And this is the fundamental characteristic of the broad – she might crack a dirty joke, tell a story against herself, acknowledge the game with a sly wink. After being nigh nosed with stage 4 breast cancer.

Gloria told her fellow panelists that she had spoken with Jackie backstage asking her what her plans were in the United Kingdom, with the author saying she was going to visit her daughter and sister. Hiding it from the world. She was always keen to highlight double standards: “I am still shocking people today and I don’t know why”. “Farewell to my lovely courageous baby sister”, Collins captioned the adorable throwback photo. I didn’t want people’s sympathy. I’m not sorry about anything I did.

Her own minor acting career in the 1960s included small roles on British TV’s The Avengers. Define her life. Tepid of her life.

Many of her books made it to The New York Times bestsellers list, and several were turned into movies and miniseries – like “Lucky“, “Hollywood Wives” and “The Stud“, which stars her sister Joan Collins. It is very, very hard to write best-selling page turners like that and they’re very underestimated…

They always gave good face, as the song says, and never more so than in that iconic photograph by Annie Leibowitz of the pair of them in the back of a limo in an explosion of fake tan, sunglasses, leopard print and bling.

“My books are so much more than just guilty pleasures”.

She says, “She was my best friend”.

When Cilla Black died recently I felt the same sense of despond; you didn’t have to love primetime television to admire the fact that here was a woman who didn’t have to sport a plunging décolletage, or feign a girlish admiration of some older male presenter.