His voice doesn’t tremble from nerves. It trembles from thirty years of brutal war waged inside his own skin.
Michael J. Fox is running out of room to hide from the truth—and this time, he doesn’t try.
He speaks of falls, shattered bones, surgeries that never seem to end.
He admits he may never see eig… Continues…
He has outlived every prediction, every quiet conversation held just out of earshot
, as if he were already halfway gone. Decades after his diagnosis,
Michael J. Fox moves through the world in a body that has been broken and rebuilt,
cut open and stitched back together. Each scar is a tally mark of survival.
Each fall is a reminder that gravity, like disease, is merciless.
When he confesses that life is “getting tougher,” it isn’t self-pity. It’s testimony.
Yet what lingers is not defeat, but defiance. In “Still,”
he lets the camera stay when most would look away
. He lets us see the tremors,
the stumbles, the exhaustion—and then he blindsides us with a joke.
He doesn’t sell false hope or tidy resolutions.
Instead, he offers something rarer:
the decision to keep loving life, even as it hurts,
and to face each uncertain day without turning his face from the light.
