Prayers are needed for Kurt Russell as concerns about his health arise. The 65-year-old actor, known for roles in *The Hateful Eight* and *Silkwood*, is reportedly battling a flesh-eating disease linked to Peutz-Jeghers syndrome (PJS), a genetic condition that increases cancer risk.Recent photos show bruises and sores under his lip, sparking rumors about his condition. Dr. Stuart Fischer explains these sores are precancerous lesions.
Russell, scheduled for hip surgery in September, had to miss his induction into the Hall of Great Western Performers. Fans and loved ones are hoping for his recovery while his contributions to Hollywood remain deeply respected.
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