By Tony Brenna and Donna Rosenthal (July 1980)
Observers say that the couple are inseparable during the week, often taking long strolls along the water, sometimes kissing tenderly as the ocean waves roll around their feet. “She has given his ego a passionate boost,” said a source close to Landon. “Michael has told me he feels like a young man again.” And a friend of Cindy revealed, “Cindy’s absolutely in heaven now that she’s living with Michael.”
Ever since Landon walked out last spring to
pursue his romance with young makeup artist Cindy Clerico, Lynn said, she hoped
desperately that her wayward husband would return to her. She and Landon even
spoke occasionally throughout the separation, keeping Lynn’s hopes for a
reconciliation alive. “I love him and I just couldn’t shut the door. I honestly
hoped and prayed that it was some form of temporary middle-aged love affair.
And I hoped if I was patient my husband would come to his senses and return to
the family that loves and needs him. Then the months dragged on, and Michael
didn’t return. I was on Easter vacation in Acapulco, Mexico; with our children
when I got the news from my brother Bob that Michael had filed the divorce
papers. I flew back to Los Angeles in shock, hoping to see Michael, but he was
boarding a plane for London with his girlfriend just as I arrived. I know that
Hollywood is littered with wrecked marriages, but I sincerely believed ours was
different. Now it’s another statistic. But life goes on, and the children and I
will, too. I loved him very much. I’ve lost a lot. The children have lost out
on having a father in the house. And I think Michael has lost a lot, too.”
Insiders, though, say Landon isn’t counting his losses yet. Instead, he’s
making the most of his newfound freedom, vacationing in London with Cindy – and
possibly considering another marriage. It would be his third. “Michael hasn’t
taken this step lightly, and he is obviously thinking of getting married to Cindy,”
said a close friend of the actor. “Michael’s destruction of his marriage and
family life for the sake of his new love has been anguishing for him. But he
and Cindy have established a foundation of love. The divorce will cost him a
fortune – but he’s willing to pay the price.”
Michael Landon has lashed out at charges that
he was an abusive prima donna on the set of the new movie that he has just
filmed with Priscilla Presley. And the 47-year-old star, who is going through a
bitter divorce battle, also admitted for the first time that he and girlfriend
Cindy Clerico will probably tie the knot early next year. Landon says his love
for Cindy has helped him through the turmoil surrounding the movie and the
heartbreak of his divorce. “She’s a great lady,” he says. “We’re having a wonderful
time together and we’re very much in love. We don’t like being apart and I
think in the New Year we’ll think seriously about making out relationship more
permanent. I couldn’t be happier in my life right now."
(January 1983)
The way that Michael Landon’s young girlfriend took his real-life Little House on the Prairie family into her heart proved the clincher in his decision to make her his Valentine bride. The 45-year-old Landon, who ties the knot February 12 at a star-studded wedding at his posh Malibu beach house, was captivated by the way gorgeous 26-year-old Cindy Clerico brought happiness into his home and made him the model father he portrayed in the popular TV series. Bursting to tell the wedding news, Landon had only one word to describe his beautiful bride: “Fantastic. She’s absolutely fantastic,” he told a close friend. “I’ve never been with anyone like her before. I’m the happiest man in the world. I’ve never been more contented in my life. The kids think the world of her. She’s a great cook, a wonderful mother to them and a good person to talk to and fun to be with.” Hollywood thought Landon’s 19-year marriage to Lynn would never end. But in a shocking surprise, Landon divorced her in July 1981 and moved out of their Beverly Hills house to a roomy beach house in Malibu. Michael and Cindy can’t stand to be apart, their friends say. “He took the whole family with him to Nassau where they were filming his new movie, Comeback. And when they were shooting it in Thailand locations, he took Cindy and Michael Jr. with him,” a friend said. “She’s always waiting for him on the set, taking him in her arms after the shooting, just like a loving housewife welcomes home her husband from the office. This marriage comes as no surprise to their close friends. Everyone knew they would do it. They had kept it a secret until now, and they were just bursting to tell the news.”
By Alan Braham Smith and Barbara Sternig (February 1983)
Febraury 14. 1983 Valentine's Day
Valentine’s Day will always have special meaning in the Michael Landon household. That is the day he made gal pal Cindy Clerico the third Mrs. Landon. And it was a most romantic ceremony. Just 30 guests were invited to participate in the wedding itself which took place at Michael’s Malibu Beach home. Among the witnesses were his four children from his marriage to Lynn. After the ceremony, they all drove off to the Malibu La Scala for the reception that included several hundred friends and co-workers.
Michael Landon surprised wife Cindy with a new $157,500 Rolls Royce Corniche convertible. Cindy was flabbergasted – but two days straight she showed up on the set and asked Landon if she could borrow her old car, which he’d driven to work. Reason: Her Rolls wouldn’t start.
By Barbara Sternig (December 1986)
By Ann Ryan (April 1987)
Michael Landon is planning his first “vacation” away from TV in 30 years so he can play his favourite real-life role – family man. But he isn’t hurrying Highway to Heaven off the air. The producer/director/writer/star of the series will happily stay with it as long as NBC wants it. Then he’ll take a yearlong break. Landon is already keeping his schedule clear by accepting no projects other than Highway. He has “doubled up” with TV movies in the past, but insists he won’t “kill” himself like that again. “I don’t know what kind of life these people have who work all the time and never see their families,” he says. “This business isn’t that important. No way. When we’re in production, I always have all my people home for dinner, myself included. And I don’t believe in taking work home unless it is something I can handle early in the morning before everybody is up. Home should be a place for family, not business.” There is one decision about Landon’s life that he didn’t make for himself. His family made it for him. He may be the master of his home, but he is not allowed to smoke there. “My wife actually started it, and now Jennifer won’t even let me light up,” he says. “She’s very tough about it. I have to go outside if I want a cigarette. That’s why I have a cold,” he says sheepishly. “Running outside naked on these cold nights will do that to you.”
(December 1989)
By Harry Hurt (July 1990)
Television star Michael Landon said yesterday he was determined to beat cancer of the pancreas and liver. “I want my agent to know that this shoots to hell any chances of doing a health-food commercial,” Landon said. He said he started doing push-ups when he first learned of the possibility he had cancer. “I wanted to make sure I was just as strong as I was the day before, and I was, so I figured I can beat it,” he said. Landon, who endeared himself to television audiences with starring roles in such series as Bonanza, Little House of the Prairie and Highway to Heaven, explained he had taken the unusual step of holding a press conference in the hope that he and his family would not be hounded by the media.
By David Grogan (April 22 1991)
As Bonanza’s Little Joe, Little House on the Prairie’s kindly homesteader Charles Ingalls or Highway to Heaven’s angelic drifter, Jonathan Smith, Michael Landon always specialized in happy endings. Now he needs one himself. On April 5 the 54-year-old actor was diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas, which had spread to the liver: according to the American Cancer Society, only 1 percent of patients with this dire combination survive as long as five years. At a press conference at his Malibu home, Landon was brave and touchingly honest. “We each have our own miracles,” he said. “I’m still hoping to beat it.”
By Barry Levine, Beverly Williston, Stephen Viens, Dana Blanchard, Jennifer Pearson, Alan Grimes (April 23 1991)
"Michael lives for his children, they’re his pride and joy,” long-time confident Harry Flynn told Star. The actor bravely hid stabbing stomach pains from his wife and kids to take them on an Easter ski trip to Park City, Utah. After a day with his kids on the bunny slope April 2, Landon finally doubled up with severe pains. Flynn told Star that Landon “hid the pains” from his family for six weeks, lest he upset them. On April 3, Landon was admitted to Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre.
He was taken to room 8215, a private suite with a bay window that offered a view of the famous “Hollywood” sign. Dr. Leonard Makowka, director of surgery and transplantation services was alerted to Landon’s condition within 24 hours. “A liver biopsy was ordered,” says a source. “Landon’s stomach was on fire – and he knew something was terribly wrong.” The biopsy was rushed through as quickly as possible. “His doctor was shocked that Michael waited so long to come in,” says the source. Flynn told Star Landon didn’t want to hear the diagnosis in the hospital. He insisted on being released to go home. “Two days later, Michael was given the news. The doctor was very blunt. He told Michael, ‘It’s inoperable cancer.’" According to the source, Landon’s cancer began in his pancreas and spread to his colon, where cancerous nodes formed “out of control.” The biopsy showed that cancer had spread throughout his entire liver. A cancer expert said that only three percent of those diagnosed like Landon can live for five years; most will die within the year. Star learned that Landon first called an 83-year-old aunt to break the news. His wife and children were next. Flynn said, “After spending Friday night talking with wife Cindy, Michael had all his children assemble at his house the following day. That’s when he broke the news to them. Michael was very straightforward with his kids. He asked them to be positive and give him their prayers. Michael is very spiritual – he told everyone, ‘I’m going to beat this.’” Landon said after receiving the devastating news from his doctor: “At first you don’t believe it, especially if you’re a physical kind of guy. I think what I did right after that was to start doing pushups. I think it was to prove to myself that I was as strong as the day before, which I was.”By Barbara Sternig (May 14 1991)
Michael Landon has been told by his doctor that he has less than four weeks to live – and he’s given up seeking treatment for the cancer that’s ravaging his body. The news came as a terrible shock for the beloved 54-year-old star, who had been told he had six months to live when he was diagnosed with pancreatic and liver cancer April 5. He had vowed to use that time to find a cure for his deadly disease. He visited several doctors, underwent chemotherapy and was preparing for experimental surgery. Then on April 24 came the devastating word the cancer had spread to his colon…and the end was near. Now Michael’s resigned to his fate and has decided to spend his last days with his wife and nine children. “I don’t want any further treatment – I’ve made the decision to let death take its course,” Landon told a close friend. The close friend revealed: “Michael had been consulting with doctor’s, hoping to find the miracle treatment that would buy him more time. He was making preparations to travel to Washington, D.C., to see a cancer specialist who’d had promising results with a new, experimental type of cancer treatment involving surgery in which a human gene is inserted into the diseased pancreas.
To give the doctor an up-to-date medical record, Michael made an appointment for a cat scan – an intense x ray. Full of hope, he went to the lab on April 24 for the cat scan. When the radiologist told him he’d have the results the next day, Michael insisted he get the results that very day. He told the radiologist, ‘I’ll sit right here and wait.’ In a short time the radiologist came out to the waiting room, shook his head and gave Michael the news: ‘The cancer has spread and begun to invade the colon.’ At Cindy’s urging, Landon contacted a Los Angeles doctor he’s been seeing and told him what the radiologist had revealed. Michael asked bluntly: “How long do I have?” And the doctor was just as blunt: “Three to four weeks maximum.” “Michael dropped the phone,” the friend said. “Cindy rushed to him and put her arms around him. They wept as they clung together. “He told her, ‘I’m changing my plans. I’m not going to have any more medical treatments. Now I want to spend whatever time I have left with you and the children’” In the weeks since Landon learned he has cancer, he’s been unable to eat anything but fruit and carrot juice and has lost 15 pounds. He’s become so thin that his gaunt appearance upset his youngest son Sean, 4, an insider disclosed. “One day Sean was sitting on the sofa crying softly.Cindy came over and said, ‘What is it, Sean?’ Sean told his mom, ‘I’m being sad.’ Cindy asked why and Sean replied: ‘I don’t want Daddy to be sick. I want Daddy to be all better again.’ When Cindy told Michael about this, he got tears in his eyes. The guy won’t cry or show emotion over his own approaching death – but seeing his little son sad like that grabbed him by the heart.” Landon is determined to spend the precious time he has left sharing happy moments with his children. “He’s in the car when his wife Cindy drives the kids to school,” the friend revealed. “After he’s dropped the kids off, he works with lawyers on settling his estate.” Landon goes out later with his wife to pick up his son and daughter. After dinner, he plays video games with his children. “One evening Michael went to a ballet class for his daughter Jennifer,” confided the friend. “It was the first time he had seen her dance in the class. He cried almost the whole time. He also went to a PeeWee League baseball game at his son’s nursery school. Sean wanted his daddy to see him play and Michael, although weak and easily tired, wouldn’t miss it for the world. His kid hit a home run and Michael stood up and cheered. Then he burst into tears and said, ‘This will be the last time I’ll ever see my son hit a homer!’” But as his strength dwindles Landon is trying to prepare his children for a life without him. “In the evenings, Michael talks with the kids,” said the friend. “He tells them what it was like to grow up in poverty. Michael confided to me, ‘I told the kids that money isn’t everything; it’s only a tool. You’ll have money all your lives and mustn’t let it run your life.’” Surprisingly, Landon’s even been spending time with Cindy planning their summer vacation. “He’s told her, ‘You’ll need this vacation like you never needed a vacation in your life,’” the close friend disclosed.Michael Landon’s two youngest children have convinced him to make a last-ditch attempt to beat his terminal cancer – by trying a highly experimental cancer vaccine he prays will be a miracle cure. In addition to the vaccine, doctors are using specially treated anticancer drugs that directly target the tumors in Landon’s body – instead of attacking his entire system. The star had given up conventional medical treatment in late April after doctors told him that his pancreatic and liver cancer had spread and he had less than four weeks to live. But he changed his mind – deciding he had to fight the killer disease to buy more time with his children Sean, 4, and Jennifer, 7. That’s why he’s undergoing the experimental treatments, even though they leave him exhausted. “If I could have a few more months with my kids, I’d be happy. But my real dream is to get two more years,” Landon told a pal. “With two years, I could teach and guide them. Buying that much more time would let me rest easy.” Landon is the first pancreatic cancer patient to receive the new treatment. Doctors have warned the 54-year-old actor there’s no guarantee of success, but he’s keeping his hopes high, say insiders. “I’ve got nothing to lose – and there’s always the outside chance of a miracle,” he told a close friend.
After getting the news that his cancer had spread, Landon resigned himself to his fate and vowed to spend his last days with his wife Cindy and his nine children instead of wasting precious time on treatments he felt were useless. But just days later, he changed his mind – after a heart-wrenching remark by his 4-year-old son Sean inspired him to fight,” say insiders. “Sean came down with a cold – and then something wonderful happened,” confided Landon’s friend. “Michael told me: ‘my boy was taking his cold medicine, and he asked Cindy why Daddy wasn’t taking his medicine when he was sick too. Sean said, “Is Daddy better?” With tears in her eyes, Cindy told him that Daddy wasn’t better. Then Sean began to sob and said he wanted to give Daddy some of his medicine. When Cindy told me about that incident, she said with a smile, “You know he has a point. If he has to take his medicine, so should you.” I was deeply moved. And I thought, “Hell, why just lie down and die? Why not fight this thing to the end?” I’ve never been a quitter.” On May 2, he had his first chemotherapy treatment. It was a rough day – the treatment was tiring. In the chemotherapy procedure, doctors fill synthetic fat cells – called liposomes – with various cancer-fighting agents, and then inject the cells into Landon’s body. These fat cells zero in on tumors and attach themselves to the cancer cells – delivering high dosages of drugs without harming the body’s normal cells, say researchers. Preparations also are under way to treat Landon with a cancer vaccine. To create the vaccine, doctors used a needle to extract tumor cells from Landon’s body. They plan to expose the cells to radiation before reinjecting them in the hope of stimulating his immune system to destroy malignant cells. Both treatments are highly experimental and have not yet been proven effective, said Dr. Gerald Murphy, chief medical officer for the American Cancer Society.By Michael Landon told to Brad Darrach (June 1991)
We have a little bedtime ritual in our family. Every night Jennifer and Sean are allowed to ask a question. Last night it was Sean’s turn to go first. He’s four, and he always asks the same question: What was the worst thing you did when you were a little boy? It’s getting hard to think of things, but last night I told him about the time we held a cigarette lighter behind a boy who had more gas in his body than any other kid in school. Well, the results were spectacular, and Sean thought that was a great story. Then it was Jennifer’s turn. And Jennifer, who is seven, looked me straight in the eye and asked: are you going to die? There it was, right out in the open. I took a deep breath, looked back at her and told her the truth. I said, “I don’t know. But I’m going to do the very best I can not to die.” I told them some of the things I was doing that could help me get well, and I explained that the kind of cancer I have could not be handed down to them.
Then I said that even if I were to die, they would be all right. They would miss me terribly, and I would miss them terribly. But nothing would change. They would live in the same place, and their friends would be the same. They have a big, wonderful family of older brothers and sisters, and they would all be there. Their mother would be there, and she is very young and super-healthy. So they would be absolutely safe. They lay there looking up at me with wide eyes. I could see Sean get a little tight, but then the big kiss and the big hug, and he was off to sleep. In the morning he was just great, a real prince. He wants to dress himself right in front of Dad, to show Dad. He does it all himself, needs no help with anything. Good stuff. But I knew that Jennifer’s fears couldn’t be put to rest so easily, and sure enough while her mother was driving her to school, she began freaking out about her daddy. So I spoke to her, and she said she wanted to spend more time here at home. I told her that was a good idea – she and Sean could have a three-day weekend from now on. She felt better. But she still has a long way to go. Whatever happens, all this won’t be easy for her. It hasn’t been easy for any of us. There was no real warning, you know. It’s true I hadn’t been feeling quite right for a couple of months. I have a huge appetite, and it had dwindled a bit and I was having an uncomfortable feeling of fullness I’m not used to. But the symptoms were mild, and I didn’t think a hell of a lot about them. Then about four weeks ago, right before I took Cindy and the kids skiing in Utah, I started having stomach pains. I wondered if maybe I had a blockage in my colon or possibly an ulcer. So before I left I had an upper G.I. done. Nothing showed up except a lot of stomach acid, so they gave me some antacid pills. I figured the symptoms might be stress-related, but I never feel stress, at least not in my work. I like what I do. Any way, in Utah it really got bad, so I flew back to L.A. a day early and had a CAT scan. I knew something was up because the doctor said he would check the results and call me about 10:30 that night. Doctors tend not to work till 10:30 unless something is cocky-doo-doo. So he called me at 10:30 and said, “You better get Cindy back here,” I said, “What have I got?” He told me there was a large tumor in my abdomen. The next step was to take a biopsy. It was cancer, about as bad as it gets. Adenocarcinoma. I don’t know why they give the longest names to the diseases that give you the shortest time to live. In plain English, I’ve got inoperable cancer of the pancreas that has spread to my liver. The scan showed two spots on the liver, one about an inch across, the other about a half-inch. Since then the cancer has spread to an area near the kidneys. So far it’s had no major effect on the functioning of my liver, but the tumor on the pancreas is the size of a softball, and it’s pressing against my stomach. So I can’t pretend I’ve got a hangnail. Pancreatic cancer is almost always fatal, and when you go you usually go-fast. Well, the news shocked the hell out of me. Nothing was further from my mind, since I’m only 54 and, with rare exceptions, I’d been healthy my whole life. Not that I don’t deserve to have a cancer. I’m a good athlete, and I work out hard – before this happened I could bench press 300, 350 pounds, no sweat - but I’ve abused my body over the years. I don’t want people to think that everybody is a candidate for cancer of this type. I think I have it because for most of my life, though I was never a drunk, I drank too much. I also smoked too may cigarettes and ate a lot of wrong things. And if you do that, even if you think you’re too strong to get anything, somehow you’re going to pay. I never did the standing on the hilltop and screaming kind of thing. There was so much to do, so many people I had to break the bad news to, it never really occurred to me to rail against my fate. Besides, I had to get ready to fight. There’s a kind of person who, when he gets a jolt like this, says, “Well I’m gonna die, and that’s the end of it.” They just put on the pyjamas and waste away. But that’s not fair. Not fair to yourself, not fair to your family, not fair to people you don’t even know. Because if you fight and win, it pays off for thousands of people. It gives them hope, and hope can work miracles. Anyway, I’m not the kind of person who gives up without a fight. If I’m gonna die, Death’s gonna have to do a lot of fighting to get me. I’m not just gonna lie down and let it happen. I’ve got too much I don’t want to leave. Mainly my family. I’m in the fight of my life, but I don’t know if I’d be fighting if I didn’t have my family. The doctors would say, We can’t really do anything for you, you’re going to die. And I would say, O.K., I’ve had a good life. Enough happiness, enough success. Now I won’t have to worry about the new series making it or not. And that would be that, if it was just me. But it isn’t just me. I want to see my kids grow up. I want to play baseball with Sean. I want to know if Jennifer turns out to be as good an actress as I think she will be. I want to watch Chris, my 16-year-old, become a man. I love my wife, Cindy, very much, and I don’t want to leave her. I love my work too. I’ve had three successful series, and I want to find out if I can make a fourth. And I’m close to doing it. The pilot for US is ready to air, and it’s a good pilot. Yesterday I called Jeff Sagansky, the entertainment chief at CBS, and I told him, “Jeff, this is the worst goddamn deal you’ve made since you bought baseball.” And he was great. I told him I had to stop work on the series until I got better, and he said he wouldn’t air the pilot till I had the next 12 episodes ready. Gives me one more thing to shoot for. And I’m shooting. I’m going to beat this cancer or die trying. And how the hell do I know I can’t? Yes, the odds are bad, but I’ve fought bad odds before. In the first year of Little House I got encephalitis and my temperature shot up to 105, 106, and they told me that even if I lived they didn’t know how much of my brain would be alive. They said at very best I couldn’t work for six months because I would be too weak. Well, a week later I was back on the job. I come back fast, always have, and my machine works long hours without getting tired. All I need is four hours sleep a night. But now the machine is way out of whack. I believe in God, I believe in family, I believe in truth between people, I believe in the power of love. I believe that we really are created in God’s image, that there is God in all of us. So I deal with the God I really know, and that’s you. When I need to ask forgiveness, I don’t ask a God up in the sky. That’s too easy. I ask you. All along, and especially recently, my beliefs have deeply disturbed some of my children, who have been terribly afraid that I will not have a place in God’s house because I do not believe that Jesus Christ was the son of God. But we’ve come to an understanding now. They understand that I have my own way, and that I can’t just change to make them feel better. God doesn’t want a hypocrite. Besides, I don’t believe that the God I know will judge me on that basis. So I don’t see why I should fear death – and I don’t. I don’t want to die, and I’m going to fight like hell no to, but I’m not afraid to die. In fact, I’d hate to be kept alive if I were a horrible burden to my family, a bedridden object they had to visit. A hospital isn’t my favourite place to draw a crowd. No, I don’t want to be kept going by machines. It’s my life, and I think I’m the best judge of when it should be over. But while life lasts, it’s good to remember that death is coming, and it’s good that we don’t know when. It keeps us alert, reminds us to live while we have the chance. Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. I’m going to survive if I can. If I can’t, I’ll know I fought the good fight. Look, there are only two things that can happen. I can win or I can lose. And I can handle both. Is there some sort of life to come? I don’t know. I do know that the people I love on this earth, I will be with them always. I’ve tried to be a good, strong figure for my kids, as fathers should be, and I will always give them strength. And if my wife remarries – and I certainly hope she does – I know there will always be, maybe somewhere in the left ventricle, a place for me in her heart. We’re closer than ever now. The other night we were in bed, holding each other. And Cindy said, “Let’s just stay like this.” So we did. Her eyes were closed, and she was stroking me very gently, stroking my stomach. And I was stroking her forehead. We lay like that, holding each other, for a long while. It was a very loving time. Then she sighed a little and lay back. And I said, “Well, did you make it go away?” And she looked at me in surprise. “How did you know that’s what I was doing?” And I said, “Come on. Two people who love each other as much as we do know everything.”By Barry Levine, Dana Blanchard, Dave LaFontaine, Alvin Grimes (June 4 1991)
Michael Landon was fighting for his life after suffering a major setback in his battle against inoperable cancer of the pancreas and liver. Less than six weeks after first being diagnosed, and only days after publicly declaring, “I’m not just gonna lie down and let it happen,” the 54-year-old star found himself in the exact place he had vowed to avoid – the hospital. Star learned that Michael, doubled over from excruciating pain and with a severely bloated abdomen, was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre in Los Angeles shortly after 6.15p.m. on May 20. “He apparently collapsed onto his bathroom floor,” a source told Star. “His wife, Cindy, put him into her car and sped from their home in Malibu – a 30-mile drive that she made at rush hour in less than 40 minutes.” Landon was admitted to a private room. According to the source, he was instantly given a “morphine drip” – an intravenous painkiller. A cot was taken into his room for Cindy, who looked shaken.
Cancer-stricken Michael Landon revealed his dying wish – that his wife Cindy remarry so their two young children will have a daddy after he’s gone. In a heart-wrenching talk, the beloved 54-year-old actor begged Cindy to look for another husband – a responsible man who can be a father figure to 7-year-old Jennifer and Sean, 4. Stunned, Cindy threw her arms around Landon’s neck and cried: “But I never want to marry again! There isn’t a man on earth who can take your place with me or the children!” But Landon convinced his precious 34-year-old wife that marrying again was the right thing to do. But it took every bit of Landon’s failing spirit to confront his dear wife with his dying wish. “Both Cindy and I were in tears when we discussed it,” he confessed to a close pal. “We’d kissed the kids good night and gone into my study for a quiet chat. We sat down and I told Cindy, ‘When I’ve gone, girl, you’ve got to marry again. You’ve got to get a new father for Jennifer and Sean. I don’t want them to grow up without a father’s hand to guide them.” Soon after his heart-to-heart talk with Cindy, Landon gathered his entire clan at his Malibu home in mid May. The actor bared his soul to his nine children, including three adopted, from three different marriages. “Michael told them all, ‘Children, you know how much I love each of you,’" said a family insider. “Now I’m going to tell you something you may not want to hear.. But it’s for the good of you all. After I’m gone, I’ve told Cindy I want her to remarry and keep this family together. And I want all of you to rally around her and accept whomever she chooses. It’s my special wish. I want you all to stay close and keep this family intact. I don’t want you to split up or forget each other or stop seeing each other. Cindy will become the beacon for you all – and I want you all to gather where Cindy and the little ones are, just as if I were still there.’ The kids were stunned at first. Then some began crying softly. They embraced each other, then their dad. Then they all embraced Cindy who had tears streaming down her face. The kids all promised their dad to do as he asked.” Landon arranged for Cindy to head his production empire with one of his business associates, sources say. The actor also set up trust funds for each of his nine children and other loved ones. With his business affairs in order, Landon was able to face death calmly, said the family insider. The brave actor began undergoing last-ditch experimental treatments for the disease and vowed to give his all to try and whip it. But sadly, on May 20 he was rushed to Los Angeles’ Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre suffering from internal bleeding and blood clots in his body. Cindy stayed by his side as doctors gave him clot-dissolving drugs. They then performed surgery to insert a clot-filtering device in his groin, say insiders. Yet even in the midst of his own difficult battle, the devoted family man’s top concern was the continued happiness of his wife and children. Landon told them that if he didn’t pull through: “Remember me by living according to the values I taught you all – love, family, togetherness and fun.”
By Timothy Carlson (June 8 1991)
Dismayed by tabloid headlines, which predicted that he had “only four weeks to live" - and outraged that the lies were making his children cry – he called his Malibu neighbour Johnny Carson and asked to appear on The Tonight Show. During his appearance there last month, he gave a pep talk to others in his situation: “For any of those families out there who have a relative who has cancer, they know how tough the fight is, and how you pull together and you keep a very up attitude, because mental attitude is more than 50 percent of your medicine.” Besides his optimism and strong will to live, viewers got to see a fiery side of Landon previously reserved for intrusive reporters and network executives who disagreed with him. “That a tabloid would write ‘It’s over’ … can you imagine that? It’s unbelievable that people can be that insensitive. That’s the cancer in our society!”
By Jennifer Pearson, Roger Hitts, Dave LaFontaine, Diane Mannino (June 11 1991)
Looking ravaged from his battle against cancer
of the pancreas and liver, his body frail under a loose black shirt and grey
slacks, 54-year-old Michael Landon won a significant victory – he walked out of
Los Angeles’ Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre unassisted. His wife, Cindy, extended
her hand, but the rugged star of Bonanza, Highway to Heaven and Little House on
the Prairie made it down the few steps to the waiting car on his own. Pain was
evident as he limped, favouring his right leg. The scene took place on the
hazy, overcast Friday afternoon of May 24. Only two days before, Landon had
undergone emergency surgery to remove a life-threatening blood clot in his leg.
Although he’s been battling a high fever since the surgery, Landon still
insisted on going home to his Bonanza-style home in Malibu to fight his next
battle surrounded by Cindy and his nine children.
I want to die at home.’” He knew he was losing ground and wanted only to spend all his time with his wife Cindy and his nine children. Michael’s doctor, Cary Presant, agreed it was best and arranged for an intensive care unit to be set up in the Landon Malibu estate. A hospital bed was delivered and nurses were assigned 24 hours a day to care for the actor. Every conceivable piece of equipment and medication – oxygen tanks, intravenous devices, morphine, anti-nausea drugs and blood for transfusions – were provided to make him comfortable. Although Michael’s celebrity friends wanted to visit him, he did not want them to witness his agony, said the source. He preferred only the company of his family.
By Carolyn Ford (July 2)
Hollywood lost one of its nice guys when Michael Landon died yesterday. The star of Bonanza and Little House on the Prairie had just finished a series of chemotherapy treatments for cancer of the pancreas and liver and was resting at his Malibu, California, home when he died, aged 54. He is survived by his wife, Cindy Clerico and nine children. Landon announced he had inoperable cancer on April 8 this year. But he was so determined to beat it, to create his own miracle, as he said, that news of his death came as a terrible shock to everyone. It seemed such a short time since he appeared on the Johnny Carson show to talk about his condition, looking healthy and cracking jokes about health food commercials now being out of the question. And his spokesman had just released a statement saying he was in a weak state but was still able to move around.
The news of Landon’s death was immediately broadcast around the world and the tributes began to flow in from people who first got to know Landon as the baby-faced young rancher in the hit TV series Bonanza.I believe there is a God in all of us.
Michael Landon
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