Prayers are needed for Kurt Russell

American actor Kurt Vogel Russell, born in Springfield, Massachusetts, made his television debut at the age of 12 in a western series. He received a Golden Globe nomination in 1983 for Best Supporting Actor in Mike Nichols’ *Silkwood*. Recently, reports from *The Globe* reveal that Russell is suffering from a malignant flesh-eating disease, with the 65-year-old *Hateful 8* actor allegedly spotted with unsightly sores beneath his lower lip. These sores are believed to be associated with Peutz-Jeghers syndrome (PJS), a condition linked to a high lifetime risk of cancer, estimated at up to 93 percent, according to Cancer.Net.

Dr. Stuart Fischer, who does not treat Russell, noted that the sores are precancerous lesions that can become aggressive and require immediate treatment. Immunologist Dr. Gabe Mirkin also suggests that PJS may be the cause and emphasizes the need for prompt medical attention. Additionally, *The Globe* reports that Kurt and his longtime partner, Goldie Hawn, aged 71, have recently experienced difficulties in their relationship. Russell was set to be honored in October with an induction into the Hall of Great Western Performers in Oklahoma City, where he is already recognized on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. However, due to an “unexpected medical situation,” he is unable to attend. In a statement, he revealed that he needs surgery, specifically hip surgery, which his doctors deemed urgent. “I had assumed it could wait, but my doctors say it needs to happen in September,” Russell stated. He expressed gratitude that the museum has postponed the honor until 2022 so he can personally accept it. Kurt Russell deserves commendation for his upcoming induction into the Hall of Great Western Performers, and we wish him a swift recovery from his surgery later this month.

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