Life hasn’t been easy for Michael J. Fox of late.
The much-loved actor has been locked in a battle with Parkinson’s disease for many decades now, and as one can imagine, that’s not a fight that gets easier with time.
But did you know that Michael’s childhood was quite tough – and he faced significant challenges when trying to break through in Hollywood.
Overall, Michael J. Fox’s life has been a great success – even though his Parkinson’s Disease has taken its toll on him.
First of all, Michael’s upbringing was pretty unusual.
Born on June 9, 1961, in Edmonton, Canada, he grew up with a father who worked in the Canadian Armed Forces, and therefore, the family moved around a lot.
Michael’s mom was a payroll clerk, so she had a steady job – but Michael grew upp in a typical blue-collar home. Finally, the family settled in Burnaby, British Columbia, and Michael J. Fox found his passion for acting in junior high.
He joined the Drama division at school, and it was evident he was a talented actor. Per his website, his theater teacher encouraged him to audition for a Canadian Broadcasting Corporation series, Leo & Me, and Fox got the part.
He got several roles on television and, at the same time, worked at the local theater in Vancouver. Michael J. Fox had decided that acting was his call in life at that point. At the age of 17, he packed his bags to pursue an acting career in Los Angeles.
“I knew that if I wanted to be someone, I couldn’t just sit on my parents’ porch and think, ‘Boy, if I was only born in the States and my parents had money and weren’t living paycheck to paycheck, I could do something with my life,’” he said.
Fox dropped out of high school, and his parents always supported his big dreams. His father even drove him all the way to Los Angeles. Speaking on LIVE with Kelly and Mark recently, Fox said he still doesn’t know how he convinced his father to do it.
“I told him that I wanted to go to Los Angeles, I knew I wanted to go to the United States, I knew I wanted to be an actor. My father, I know, thought I was a hippie. He looked me in the eyes and said, ‘If you want to be a lumberjack, you might as well go to the forest.’ So he got me in the car and drove me to California,” Michael J. Fox recalled.
Making it big in Tinseltown, though, was easier said than done. Michael didn’t have the best starting point; he came from a working-class family and didn’t have much wealth to his name.
“I was living on the margins. I was 18 years old, with no money, no connections, literally dumpster diving for food,” he told Variety in 2023.
Fox fulfilled his dream of becoming an actor, and after only a few years, he got one of his most memorable roles. He was cast as Alex P. Keaton on the comedy series Family Ties, which became one of the biggest comedy series on television.
Not long afterward, he landed other parts, including his legendary role as Marty McFly in Back to the Future.
In 2022, he revealed his mother never supported him taking on the role in Back to the Future. And it seems like she had good reason not to support it either.
When he got the role, he was already working during the day on Family Ties. He revealed when he told his mother about the role in the movie, she advised against it. The actor recalled their exchange, “I was 23 years old, and I called her, she was in Canada, and I said, ‘They want me to do this Steven Spielberg movie, but I have to do it at night and I have to do Family Ties in the daytime.’ And she said, ‘You’ll be too tired.’”
But he went on to admit that his mother might have been right, he said, “I live for this kind of tired. It’ll be okay,” he had said to his mom, “To this day — well, till two weeks ago — my mother thought it was a really bad idea for me to do Back to the Future. She loved the movie, [but she was right], I got tired.”
On the set of Family Ties, he met Tracy Pollan. They were cast as each other’s love interests on the show. Sparks were only on-screen at the time, but a few years later, they’d reunite and fall in love.
Even so, Michael J. Fox already had a crush on Tracy while working on Family Ties.
“I developed a crush on her right away. When she left the show – the day she left the show, we were in the parking lot getting into our respective cars. She was getting into a rented Volkswagen, and I was getting into my Ferrari. And she called me over and said she wanted to play me a song. She played me a James Taylor song called That’s Why I’m Here, which was ostensibly about John Belushi. And one of the lines was, ‘John’s gone, found dead, died high. He’s brown bread, later said to have drowned in his bed. After the laughter, the wave of dread, it hits us like a ton of lead. That’s why we’re here,’” Fox recalled in an interview with NPR.
Michael J. Fox and Tracy Pollan tied the knot in 1988. They welcomed four children: Sam Michael Fox (born in 1989), twins Schuyler Frances and Aquinnah Kathleen (1995), and Esmé Annabelle (2001).
By the way, did you know that Michael Fox didn’t initially have the “J” in his name? Once in Hollywood, he attempted to join the Screen Actors Guild (SAG), the labor union for film and television workers worldwide. However, when applying, he saw that there was another member named “Michael Fox.” Therefore, Fox added a middle initial to his name, choosing “J” as an homage to his favorite actor, Michael J. Pollard.
Michael J. Fox officially retired from acting in 2020 at 60 years old and having just starred as Louis Canning in CBS’s legal drama “The Good Fight”, a spin-off to “The Good Wife” where his character first appeared.
“I reached the point where I couldn’t rely on my ability to speak on any given day, which meant I couldn’t act comfortably at all anymore. So, last year I gave it up,” he said of his decision to retire, as per Good Morning America.
When Fox was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease he reportedly started drinking heavily. Thankfully, he stopped, sought help and was brave enough to disclose his condition in 1998. Since then he has been a strong advocate and inspiration to those battling with the disease.
Since 2000, the Michael J. Fox Foundation has raised more than $750 million to help find a cure for Parkinson’s.
Michael J. Fox’s life is a testament to the power of perseverance and resilience.
Despite hailing from a humble working-class background and facing numerous obstacles along the way, Fox rose to become an iconic figure in the entertainment industry. His story reminds us that with determination, hard work, and unwavering passion for our dreams, we can overcome any challenge.
So let’s celebrate Michael J. Fox not only for his remarkable talents but also for his inspiring journey that continues to inspire countless individuals worldwide.
My Fiancé Dumped Me After My Hair Started Falling out — Years Later, I Accidentally ‘Stole’ His Wedding
After losing my baby, I also lost my hair — and then my fiancé. He dumped me with the cruel words, “You’re not the person I fell in love with.” Three months later, he was dating my sister. A year after we split, I walked into their wedding and everyone gasped when they saw my transformation.
I used to believe that true love meant finding your perfect match and living happily ever after. Looking back now, I realize how naïve I was, but that’s the thing about love: it makes you believe in fairy tales.
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“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked, his hand resting on my still-flat stomach.
We were lying in bed, basking in the glow of his proposal just hours before. The ring felt heavy on my finger, but my heart was light. The diamond caught the morning sunlight, sending tiny rainbows dancing across our bedroom walls.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered back, threading my fingers through his. “We’re going to be a family.”
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I remember how his eyes lit up, how he kissed my forehead and promised we’d be the best parents ever.
“I already started looking at baby furniture online,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“You did?” I laughed, snuggling closer. “Show me!”
But fate can be cruel. Two weeks later, I sat in a sterile hospital room, clutching Brian’s hand as the doctor delivered the news that would shatter our perfect beginning.
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The baby was gone. The words hung in the air like poison, seeping into every corner of our world.
“These things happen sometimes,” the doctor said gently. “It’s nobody’s fault. You can try again when you’re ready.”
But it felt like my fault, and the grief was killing me. That’s when I started losing my hair. Every morning, I’d wake up to find more strands of hair on my pillow, in my brush, circling the shower drain.
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At first, it was just a little more than usual, then clumps, then whole patches. I stopped looking in mirrors because I couldn’t stand the stranger staring back at me.
Brian pretended everything was okay, but noticed the way his eyes would skip over my thinning spots, and the way his touch became hesitant, almost clinical.
One evening, he asked me to sit down at our kitchen table. The same table where we’d planned our wedding just months before, choosing color schemes and debating flower arrangements.
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“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice flat. “You’re not the person I fell in love with. You’ve changed.”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. “Changed? Of course I’ve changed. We lost our baby.”
“It’s more than that.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m calling off the wedding.”
“So you’re just giving up? After everything we’ve been through?” My voice cracked. “After all our plans, our dreams?”
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“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice held no real emotion. “I think it’s best if I move out this weekend.”
“Don’t do this, Brian,” I pleaded. “We can work through this together. We can get counseling, take some time…”
“I’ve made up my mind,” he cut me off. “I’ll come by Saturday to get my things.”
I spent the next few months in a fog, barely leaving my apartment except for work.
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The hair loss continued, and I started wearing scarves to hide the worst of it. My friends tried to help, but their pity was almost worse than being alone.
Then came the day my mother called, her voice tight with tension. “Honey, there’s something you need to know. It’s about Brian… and Sarah.”
“Sarah?” I repeated, confused. “What about them?”
“They’re… seeing each other. Your sister and Brian. They’ve been dating for a few weeks now.”
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My sister. My own sister was dating my ex-fiancé! The betrayal sent me into a tailspin, and the remaining patches of my hair fell out completely.
It was all too much to bear. I finally went to see a doctor about my hair loss. I’d thought it would go away as suddenly as it had started, but the doctor soon shattered my hopes.
“You have Alopecia Areata, an autoimmune condition triggered by severe stress,” she said. “While we can try various treatments, there’s no guaranteed cure. But many people learn to manage it successfully.”
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A year passed. I thought I’d hit rock bottom, but then the wedding invitation arrived. Cream-colored paper with gold embossing announced the upcoming nuptials of Brian and Sarah.
“You don’t have to go,” my best friend Rachel insisted over coffee. “No one would blame you for staying home.”
“I know,” I said, tracing the elaborate calligraphy with my finger. “But I need to face this.”
That invitation changed something in me.
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Instead of crumpling under the weight of it all, I felt a spark of defiance. I started seeing a therapist, Dr. Martinez. It wasn’t easy to face my demons, but she helped me understand that my worth wasn’t tied to my hair or to Brian’s rejection.
“What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” she asked me one session.
The answer came surprisingly easily. “Travel. Dance. Live.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Nothing.” The realization hit me like a train. “Nothing at all.”
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So I joined a dance studio. I was self-conscious those first few lessons, but I soon settled in and started enjoying myself. I also booked that trip to Bali I’d always dreamed about. That’s where I met Anthony.
I was walking along the beach at sunset, feeling the warm sand between my toes, when I heard the click of a camera. I turned to find a man with kind eyes and an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his professional-grade camera. “The light was perfect, and you looked so peaceful. I can delete the photos if you’d like.”
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“No, I’d like to see them,” I surprised myself by saying. Something about his gentle manner put me at ease.
When he showed me the images on his camera’s display, I gasped. The woman in the photos was bald, yes, but she was also beautiful, serene, powerful. She looked like a warrior goddess emerging from the sea.
“Wow,” I breathed. “I can’t believe that’s me.”
“You have an amazing presence,” he said softly. “The camera loves you.”
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“I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time,” I admitted.
“But you’re gorgeous!” He exclaimed. Then he blushed. “I’m sorry, we don’t even know each other and here I am, babbling like a fool. Let me start over. I’m Anthony.” He extended his hand. “Would you like to get coffee and talk about photography?”
Coffee turned into dinner, dinner into days spent exploring the island together. Anthony saw me in a way no one else had before.
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“You never asked about my hair,” I said one evening as we walked along the shore.
“Because it’s not what makes you you,” he replied simply. “Your strength, your smile, your heart, those are what matter.”
I’d made enough progress in therapy to know he was right, but hearing him say it… that was the moment I truly started to feel confident about who I was again.
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Months later, I stood outside the wedding venue, smoothing down my red dress. Anthony squeezed my hand.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes full of pride.
“Ready.”
We walked into the reception hall together, my bald head held high. I was transformed from the woman I used to be to an Alopecia warrior, facing my biggest battle yet. The room fell silent, conversations dropping away like stones into still water.
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Then, remarkably, people began to stand. The applause started slowly but built into a thunderous ovation.
Throughout the evening, guests kept approaching our table. “You’re so brave,” they’d say, or “You’re an inspiration.”
I caught glimpses of Sarah’s tight smile and Brian’s uncomfortable shifting, but they couldn’t touch me anymore.
“You okay?” Anthony whispered during a slow dance.
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I looked up at him, feeling the strength of his arms around me, the warmth of his love. “More than okay. I’m free.”
Now, as I plan my own beach wedding with Anthony, I sometimes think about the woman I used to be. She thought losing her hair meant losing everything, but really, it was just the beginning of finding herself.
“What are you thinking about?” Anthony asks me now, as we sit on our balcony watching the sunset.
He’s editing photos from his latest gallery show: a series featuring women with alopecia, inspired by our story.
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I touch my smooth scalp, something I do proudly these days. “Just thinking about how sometimes you have to lose everything to find what you’re really meant to have.”
“Getting cold feet?” he teases gently.
“Never,” I laugh. “You’re stuck with me now.”
He smiles and takes my hand. “Ready to be my bride?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” I reply, and this time, I know it’s true.
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I think about our upcoming ceremony, and how different it feels from my planning with Brian. This isn’t about creating a perfect day, it’s about celebrating our perfectly imperfect love story.
These days, I work as a model and speak at conferences about alopecia awareness, and Anthony’s photos of me have been featured in magazines promoting body positivity.
But more importantly, I’ve learned that true beauty isn’t about perfect hair or perfect relationships. It’s about being perfectly, authentically yourself.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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