Away from the cameras, Tom Selleck has been forced to renegotiate what strength looks like. Arthritis didn’t just arrive; it settled in, reshaping how he moves, works, and even rests. Steroids, measured schedules, and deliberate pacing became part of his toolkit, not to chase vanity, but to keep doing the job that still matters to him. The rumors that once framed him as a fading relic never accounted for this quiet, stubborn endurance. At 76, he walks onto the Blue Bloods set not as a flawless icon, but as a man who has made peace with imperfection. He knows each season could be his last, yet he shows up anyway, not out of denial, but out of choice. The pain is real, the limitations undeniable, but they are no longer the headline. What remains is a working actor who refuses to let the hardest chapter erase all the ones before.
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