Aug 29, 2026

Tragic: Fox News Contributor Dies Following Hidden Battle With Cancer

Dr. Kelly Powers, a Fox News contributor known for her appearances on Red Eye and Fox Business, fought valiantly against a rare and aggressive form of brain cancer but succumbed to the illness on Sunday.

She was 45 years old, according to the U.K.’s Daily Mail.

In 2020, Powers, a surgeon, received a diagnosis of glioblastoma, a devastating and frequently fatal form of brain cancer.

Powers passed away in New Jersey, according to an online obituary from Holmdel Funeral Home. The funeral home has scheduled a visitation for Thursday.

In recent years, Powers resided in Colts Neck with her family.

“She was a brave and beautiful soul who could make friends anywhere she went,” the obituary reads. “Kelly had a love for people and she was dedicated to helping others. … Kelly was an accomplished doctor and surgeon who held several spotlights on TV and in magazines. Most important to her was her family.”

“She was a brave and beautiful soul who could make friends anywhere she went. Kelly had a love for people and she was dedicated to helping others,” the obituary read.

Born on May 13, 1979, in Yonkers, Dr. Kelly Powers pursued her education at Baruch College in New York City before attending the New York College of Podiatric Medicine.

She went on to earn a master’s degree in science from the University of San Francisco and completed residency programs at Georgetown University and Boston University, the Daily News added.

Powers became a prominent medical expert, frequently appearing on Fox News, Fox Business, CNN, NBC, and CBS to share her insights.

In 2020, she was diagnosed with glioblastoma, one of the most aggressive forms of brain cancer.

Although she initially appeared to win her battle after successfully undergoing surgery to remove a tumor, the cancer returned earlier this year, according to her friend and Fox media colleague Cheryl Casone.

Powers is survived by her husband, Steven Doll, and their young son, Bennett.

A funeral service will be held on Friday at 11 a.m. at Tower Hill Church in Red Bank, N.J., the Daily News noted.

After years of helping patients, Powers became a patient herself while hosting a Fox News segment about heart health when she began to experience shortness of breath and chest pains, the New York Post reported.

“It’s crazy. I went into heart failure while doing a report on Fox Business — live — on heart health and talking about the subtle signs that women often miss. You can’t make this up,” she told Preferred Health Magazine in an interview after her first diagnosis.

She fought through her illness, only to later learn she had aggressive brain cancer known as glioblastoma, The Post noted.

Despite undergoing three surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation, Dr. Kelly Powers managed to overcome the cancer while also experiencing the joy of becoming pregnant and giving birth to her son, Bennett, according to a GoFundMe page.

She humorously referred to herself as “the luckiest unlucky girl” for prevailing over her illness and often joked that her treatment left her and baby Bennett sharing the same haircut during his infancy, the page noted.

“When her cancer returned in 2024, friends raised nearly $100,000 to help pay for an experimental treatment that insurance wouldn’t cover,” The Post said.

THE MAFIA BOSS WATCHED HIS BLEEDING HOUSEKEEPER RIP APART LILY'S BIRTHDAY PHOTOGRAPH, BUT WHEN SECURITY FOUND A HIDDEN ENVELOPE, ALL 36 GUESTS FELL SILENT.

The sentence was still hanging above the ruined birthday cake when Daniel's radio hissed again.

“Vehicle at the north gate is requesting permission to enter,” a guard said. “Driver claims he's here for the child.”

Luca didn't shout. That frightened me more than shouting would have.

“Tell him to stay where he is,” he said. “No one takes my daughter anywhere.”

Lily pressed her face into his jacket. Her pink birthday ribbon had slipped out of her hair, and one small hand gripped the white rabbit she'd carried since breakfast. The thirty-six guests watched the little girl as though her fear were another decoration to admire. I wanted to tell them to look away.

Instead I tried to stand. Pain shot up my right leg, and the room tilted. I put a bloody palm against the banquet table, leaving a red mark on the lace beneath the crushed cake.

“Don't move,” Mrs. Carter said, appearing beside me. She had managed the mansion's staff for twenty years and could organize a hundred-person dinner without raising her voice. Now her voice was shaking. “You need a doctor.”

“I need Lily to be safe.”

“She is,” Luca said. He was kneeling before his daughter, not even looking at Vanessa. “Hannah, please. Let them help you.”

It was the first time he had ever used my name as though it mattered more than my position in his house.

Vanessa stepped closer, red silk whispering against the marble. “Luca, this is absurd. The transport company misunderstood the instructions. I was arranging an educational consultation.”

“With a vehicle waiting outside?” Luca asked.

“It was only preliminary.”

“And with my signature on a document I never saw?”

Michael emerged from behind a group of guests. He looked like Luca, though the resemblance was only in the shape of his jaw. His eyes never stayed in one place.

“Luca,” he said, “maybe we should talk privately.”

“That's what you said after the last family meeting,” Luca replied. “And the one before that. Somehow, every private conversation ends with me being told what I've already agreed to.”

A woman near the piano took out her phone. Daniel quietly asked her to put it away. Nobody objected.

“Cancel the party,” Luca told him. “Ask the guests to leave by the main entrance. Preserve the envelope, the frame, and every recording. Call the police.”

Vanessa's chin lifted. “You're calling the police on your future wife?”

“No,” Luca said. “I'm calling them because someone tried to take my six-year-old daughter without my permission.”

The word tried made my stomach turn. I had been a few minutes away from arriving too late.

A paramedic entered with a medical bag, followed by another carrying a stretcher. Mrs. Carter had called an ambulance when she'd first found my injury, and someone had called again after I collapsed. The older paramedic knelt beside my leg without touching it.

“I'm Paul,” he said. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I looked at Vanessa. She watched me with the same expression she'd worn when she pressed the knife toward my thigh in the pantry: not anger now, but calculation.

“She cut me,” I said.

The words came out too softly. I made myself say them again.

“Vanessa cut my leg with a kitchen knife because I heard her planning to send Lily away.”

The paramedic glanced at his partner. “All right, Hannah. We're going to check you carefully.”

He asked about the bleeding, the pain, and whether I had fallen or lost consciousness. His questions were ordinary. That ordinariness nearly made me cry. For hours I had been trying to keep the world from collapsing, and now a stranger wanted to know if I could feel my toes.

Luca turned toward me. “She did that?”

I nodded.

Vanessa laughed once, sharply. “She attacked a portrait with a knife in front of everybody. Are you really going to trust her account?”

“I don't need to decide her credibility tonight,” Luca answered. “The doctors and the police can hear what happened.”

It was a small sentence. But it took something enormous off my shoulders. I didn't have to win an argument against a rich woman while bleeding on the floor.

Lily wriggled out of his arms and took two hesitant steps toward me.

“Miss Hannah?”

“Stay back from the glass, sweetheart,” I whispered.

Daniel lifted Lily into his arms and carried her around the shattered frame. She reached out with her rabbit and gently touched its soft ear against my uninjured hand.

“He's helping,” she explained.

I managed a smile. “He's doing a wonderful job.”

She looked down at my leg and her eyes filled with tears. “Did my birthday hurt you?”

“No, Lily. Your birthday didn't hurt anybody.” I swallowed hard. “Some grown-ups made bad choices. None of that was your fault.”

Luca looked away quickly.

As the paramedics lifted me, Daniel received another message from the gate. He read it aloud to Luca, who was standing just beyond the stretcher.

“The driver says there are two seats reserved. One for Lily. The other for a woman named Elaine Porter.”

“Who's Elaine Porter?” Luca asked.

Michael's face changed.

Vanessa answered too quickly. “A chaperone.”

“Employed by whom?”

“The school.”

Daniel checked the message. “The driver's paperwork identifies her as a representative of Bellini Family Services.”

For the first time that evening, Vanessa had nothing to say.

The ambulance doors closed on the scene before I could hear more. Through the little window, I saw Luca still holding the forged authorization. Lily stood beside him, her rabbit pressed under one arm. Between them lay the remains of a photograph that had shown a perfectly happy child.

I wondered how long Vanessa had been planning to destroy the real happiness behind that picture.

At the hospital, everything smelled of antiseptic and clean sheets. A nurse named Alana removed the temporary dressing from my thigh while the doctor examined my hand and the cut on my cheek. I winced when he explained that the leg wound required repair and observation, but he did not make light of it. They treated the injuries, checked for other damage, and told me I would need time away from physical work.

“Did someone attack you?” Alana asked once we were alone.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe going home?”

I almost said yes out of habit. Housekeepers learned to make life sound manageable. But I pictured Vanessa's mouth shaping the words your mother.

“I don't know,” I admitted.

Alana nodded as if that were a completely acceptable answer. “We can ask a social worker to talk through your options.”

My phone buzzed. Three missed calls from my mother. I called her immediately.

“Hannah?” she said. “Sweetheart, why is a stranger saying there's been an incident at the mansion?”

“I'm all right, Mom.”

The lie felt heavy.

“Your voice doesn't sound all right.”

“I got hurt. I'm at the hospital. I'm being taken care of.”

My mother was recovering from hip surgery, and most of my paychecks went to the woman who helped her move safely through the little house where I'd grown up. I could hear her breathing change as she tried to decide whether to ask me about money or pain.

“Are you coming home?” she asked.

“Not tonight.”

“Then listen to me. You can lose a job. We can work out how to pay for help. I cannot replace my daughter.”

I closed my eyes. She had always been more courageous about my life than I was.

Near midnight, a detective named Elena Ruiz came to take my statement. She didn't ask why I'd been foolish enough to attack a portrait. She asked what I'd heard, what I'd seen, where the knife had come from, and whether I could identify the envelope before it was found.

I told her about the pantry. About Michael saying Lily would leave after the party. About Vanessa telling him to hide the papers behind the frame. About the knife. I explained that I'd tried to remove the envelope but couldn't reach it without breaking the backing, and that, when I saw the portrait carried out, I panicked.

“I know I frightened Lily and the guests,” I said. “I know it looked terrible.”

“You can explain your actions,” Detective Ruiz replied. “You don't have to pretend they were perfect for us to investigate what happened to you.”

She asked whether I wanted photographs taken of the wounds for the investigation. I agreed. Alana stayed beside me while they documented the injuries.

After the detective left, Mrs. Carter arrived carrying my clean clothes, my phone charger, and a little package wrapped in pink tissue paper.

“From Lily,” she said.

Inside was a paper butterfly, slightly crushed, with six crooked words written across its wings: Thank you for finding the truth.

My vision blurred.

“Is she asleep?”

“Not yet. Luca is sitting outside her room. She says the car outside might come back.”

My stomach tightened. “What happened at the gate?”

Mrs. Carter sat carefully. “The driver stayed. He gave the police the paperwork he'd been handed. He thought he was collecting a child for a scheduled transfer to a school. There was an itinerary and a copy of the authorization.”

“Where was he taking her?”

“First to a private terminal. The paperwork listed a flight early tomorrow morning.”

My heart seemed to stop.

“Tomorrow?”

Mrs. Carter nodded. “And Hannah—there was something else in the packet. A letter supposedly written by Luca, explaining to Lily why he couldn't see her anymore.”

For a moment I couldn't hear the hum of the hospital lights. I could only picture Lily standing before that enormous birthday portrait, waiting to be praised for turning six, while strangers waited to take her out of the country.

Then Mrs. Carter took my hand.

“Daniel says the police found the letter before anyone had a chance to give it to her.”

I held the paper butterfly against my chest.

It should have made everything feel finished.

Instead, I knew we were only beginning to learn how carefully someone had planned to make a little girl believe she had been abandoned.