Personal Life
Born Suzanne Marie Mahoney in San Bruno, California, Somers was the third of four children in an Irish Catholic family. Her mother, Marion Elizabeth (née Turner), was a medical secretary, and her father, Francis Mahoney, was a laborer (loading beer into boxcars) and gardener. Her family attended church at St. Robert's Catholic Church in San Bruno. She attended Capuchino High School, then she was accepted at San Francisco College for Women (commonly referred to as "Lone Mountain College") a Catholic school that is now a campus of the University of San Francisco. She was a contestant on Anniversary Game (1969–70), where she met host Alan Hamel for the first time; they were married in 1977. In 2001 Somers announced that she had breast cancer, having a lumpectomy to remove the cancer followed by radiation therapy. She decided to forego chemotherapy in favor of alternative treatment. On January 9, 2007, the Associated Press reported that a wildfire in Southern California had destroyed Somers' Malibu home.
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