Kat Timpf Fox

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My new book, “I Used to Like You Until…” is OUT NOW!!! Get your copy now & I promise you won’t regret it.

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Baddies missing body parts 😤🤍

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Tonight On 🎥

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Brand new episode ahead! Tonight at 10PM on @FoxNews

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@jimmyputter Thank you 🙏

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See u guys tonight! My dad was so unbelievably supportive, it will be pretty close the first TV appearance of mine that he won’t be watching…

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Tonight on GUTFELD!!

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@TC86741959 @KatTimpf Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers 🙏 It���s been an incredibly difficult stretch, but messages like this truly mean a lot to me.

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I do appreciate condolences, but better than that, I would like you to do something kind for someone you know. Maybe someone you haven’t reached out to for a while, who may have gone through something difficult a long time ago that everyone has now moved on from. I am no stranger to Trauma Road, after all, and I know that’s how it goes… people rushing to do anything for you at the beginning, and then slowly fading away, until you are ultimately left with your unbearable loss alone. I know it will happen to me, too: The world will move on from this, even as I do not. This is a universal experience for anyone who goes through tragedy, and it is up to us to change that.

If I could make one wish, I would bring my dad back. I know it’s not possible, because I have spent days trying. So instead, I would like to wish that we can all remember that every person we are talking to carries wounds and treat one another with humanity, regardless of our differences. My father always did that. He was a man of faith and strong values who did not have time to judge others, as he was far too busy living his life as the example of what a good man should be.

While I have everyone’s ear, I am begging for us all to do our best to follow my father’s example. I need to see more kindness. Not just for me, as, although I am suffering immensely, I know I am not the only one suffering. Suffering is happening all over the world, every single one of us is dealing with something, and yet we act otherwise. Remember that the person you speak to is a human just like you are; that most of us want the same things such as happiness, love, and the best for our families and friends, and that most of our disagreements come from simply a difference of opinion in how to get there.

Go be nice to someone. Go have the conversations I wish I could have with my father. Go do something good, go say something kind -- because I can absolutely promise you, there is no limit to how cruel the world can be on its own.

I’ll see everyone soon.

Kat

P.S. Less than a week before my dad died, I had to put Cheens down.

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My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.

It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.

The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.

The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.

In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.

The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.

I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.

That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.

I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

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@KeysDisease1 @greggutfeld @CheensTimpf Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers 🙏 It’s been an incredibly difficult stretch, but messages like this truly mean a lot to me.

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@richdickinson7 lol 😆

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Happy Ending Weekend 😍

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@Emily_fox07 Stunning 😍

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BREAKING: After marathon negotiations in Pakistan, Vice President JD Vance says U.S. unable to reach agreement with Iran

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Just a cute lil pic to cleanse my notifications lmao 😊

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Enjoy the show tonight!

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It’s actually good to see college kids on Spring Break drinking & socializing instead of playing video games alone in their room on a macrodose edible.

See the clip that caused your grandma to email me & call me a “disgusting person” here: