Sharon Stone is a global household name, but there’s one aspect of her life that’s not quite as well-known as her film roles.
In a new interview with Harpers Bazaar magazine, the 57-year-old has spoken candidly about the brain aneurysm she suffered in 2001, and the significant and ongoing effects it has had on her life.
The Basic Instinct star learned she’d had a stroke when she went to the emergency room after feeling unwell for three days.
“When I came to [after falling unconscious] the doctor was leaning over me. I said, ‘Am I dying?’ And he said, ‘You’re bleeding into your brain,’” she tells writer Christopher Bagley.
“I said, ‘I should call my mom,’ and he said, ‘You’re right. You could lose the ability to speak soon.’ ”
Why Tom Waits Quit Drinking
Written by TJ Dawe
Tom Waits has been sober for fifteen years now. He told the Guardian about it in 2006, saying:
“Oh, you know, it was tough. I went to AA. I’m in the program. I’m clean and sober. Hooray. But, it was a struggle.”
Does he miss it?
“Nah. Not the way I was drinking. No, I’m happy to be sober. Happy to be alive. I found myself in some places I can’t believe I made it out of alive.”
Has sobriety affected his creative process?
“No. I don’t think so. I mean, one is never completely certain when you drink and do drugs whether the spirits that are moving through you are the spirits from the bottle or your own. And, at a certain point, you become afraid of the answer. That’s one of the biggest things that keeps people from getting sober, they’re afraid to find out that it was the liquor talking all along.
“I was trying to prove something to myself, too. It was like, ‘Am I genuinely eccentric? Or am I just wearing a funny hat? What am I made of? What’s left when you drain the pool?'”
I DON’T GO TO MANY FUNERALS but I felt this one was on MY list. It followed similar lines to Izzy’s but not quite so perfect as ours. One of the speakers reached me. He spoke of the lives of those of us who grew up and dropped out. Children of the post war years.
It was sad. People get hurt by Death. There were so many craggy people there – my people. People who came here in the 70s to create different lives.
“For now the sharp leaves
On the tree are still
And the great blond paddocks
Come down from the hill.”
People were interesting and they spoke of Izzy and the Rumblings . Simon used to come to almost every gig Izzy had and although they were vastly different in their habits, they had a common intactness and generosity of spirit. Each had a great love of life and many interests.
I did today in small doses. I didn’t add the Rally and I didn’t fuss on details. I am closing into a smaller world again and re-establishing foundations. Solidifying the Baseline that the Doctor on Duty spoke of. From this point onwards , I needs must work on my own judgements and decision making. I watched the People today and listened to the words and left before the Music started and the drink and drug use really kicked in.
Now I am settled for the night. I have eaten well. Cooked dinner properly again. Simple and non spiced or flavoured or salted. The heater is on low. Don from next door watered the garden and then helped me to close the back window of Alfie. I shall again RELAX in my way. I don’t yet quite understand this age or this time in my life but the day is done. I honoured the man who left his canoe here and was coming back to go fishing in the kayaks with me and bring back a flathead. I spoke with my daughter. I arranged a lift to tomorrow’s Rally and was fortunate enough to encounter Sandy at her house as I was driving to the Funeral and so we went together.
I am old and tired and sore with a headache – and fundamentally all is well with the world. IN addition Sagan is going to give me a drawing. I have artwork to hang. The Quilt of my security blanket.
FUNDAMENTALLY ALL IS WELL.
And then there was Crosby, the egotistical drug maniac, crack addict, heroin addict, cold-turkey veteran of a Texas prison in the mid-80’s, liver transplant veteran since the mid 90’s, sperm donor for Melissa Etheridge’s in-vitro kids and talking head de rigeur for every rock documentary of the last fifteen years. He’s joked for ages that Stills wrote the anthems, Nash wrote the hits and he wrote the weird shit. He was a punchline – so what about him?
What about him is a rebirth at an age rock stars are supposed to be irrelevant, maybe still playing but certainly not growing. First, he formed a band called CPR in the Nineties with his biological son James Raymond (a very talented keyboard player/singer/songwriter in his own right). That band left behind many tours and several now out-of-print albums that didn’t sell much but are continually on top of my playlist. Their live
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
Then I am ready to go!
Just a look at the horses—
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side,
So I shall never fall;
For we must ride to the Judgment,
And it’s partly down hill.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in everlasting race
By my own choice and thee.
Good-by to the life I used to live,
And the world I used to know;
And kiss the hills for me, just once;
Now I am ready to go!
Complement with a very different musical adaptation of Dickinson by Israeli singer-songwriter Efrat Ben Zur and these lovely illustrations of the celebrated poet’s work.
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