Al Roker, the beloved weatherman, has been missing from TV due to a severe health scare involving blood clots in his thigh that moved to his lungs, requiring
hospitalization. In a heartfelt tweet, Roker expressed his current path to recovery and appreciation for the care he’s received, along with gratitude for the well-wishes from fans.
Previously, Roker has been open about his health challenges, including prostate cancer and surgeries for hip and knee problems. Despite these, he’s remained active, even completing the Brooklyn Half Marathon.
Colleagues from the “Today” show, including Hoda Kotb, Dylan Dryer, Craig Melvin, and Savannah Guthrie, publicly extended their support, noting Roker’s high spirits.
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