Still Fighting, Still Hurting

His voice doesn’t shake from fear. It shakes from three decades of war inside his own body.

Michael J. Fox finally says what everyone prayed he never would—that Parkinson’s is winning ground,

that the falls, the fractures, the surgeries are stacking up faster than he can heal.

He doesn’t expect to see 80. Yet when the camera closes in, he doesn’t surrender.

He doesn’t soften the truth. He stares it down, smiles through the tremors, and says he’s not going anywh… Continues…

He has outlived every prognosis, every whispered estimate spoken when doctors thought he couldn’t hear.

Thirty years after his diagnosis, Michael J. Fox appears smaller, his movements less controlled,

his body marked by surgeries and scars that tell their own brutal story

. The spinal operation, the tumor, the shattered bones from sudden falls have all carved away at his strength.

When he admits, “It’s getting tougher,” it carries the weight of a man who has paid for every word with sleepless nights and relentless pain.

Yet what refuses to break is the part of him that keeps showing up.

In “Still,” he allows the world to see the tremors, the stumbles,

the raw fatigue—and the fierce humor that keeps breaking through.

He doesn’t promise miracles or happy endings. Instead,

he offers something harder: the courage to live honestly inside a body that’s failing,

and to keep choosing hope anyway.

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