When I was in college a few years later I recall picking up a biography of her that had just been published. I was just skimming through it at the University Bookstore, and noted at the end a recounting of her last days and the experience of the folks who went to see her one last time. The description of her was very disturbing and the apparent facts disclosed were upsetting. I put the book back on the shelf and wondered why any biographers would have included this. Then a few months later the two authors were on some talk show (this would have been Merv Griffin's wheelhouse) and the minute they came out and spoke you realized that these were these flaming queer adulators of glamourous stars. And while they professed to be such fans of hers they capped their book with a rather nasty recounting of her condition at the end. Totally unnecessary. But, as they were gay, maybe they resented her and included that section to cut her down a notch.
Your comments regarding those gay authors does not surprise me. Some of them tend to be a jealous, viscous lot.
Susan Hayward's performance in "I Want to Live" is one of the best ever. She had previously been nominated numerous times and had never won. The word in Hollywood was "Susie has finally gotten her Oscar".
RIP Miss Hayward, actresses of you caliber no longer exist.