Sad news: David Muir

GOOD NEWS from David Mυir: A Heartfelt Message After Sυrgery — “I still have a loпg road ahead. Bυt I believe iп healiпg — throυgh love, throυgh pυrpose, aпd throυgh the prayers from all of yoυ.”

 

The 51-year-old shared that the father of four was the one “Who brings the joy to the mornings and who, like Robin [Roberts], witnessed a personal battle within his own family – Isabella – these last couple of years.”

He continued: “I know it’s a difficult choice whether or not to share that with the audience, but Michael, please know that we were all inspired by how you handled that not only as a father, but as one of the hosts on Good Morning America – that balance of bringing the audience in.”

Michael’s daughter Isabella, whom he shares with his ex-wife Jean Muggli, was diagnosed with medulloblastoma in October 2023 after noticing she couldn’t walk in a straight line and was experiencing constant nausea. Read more below

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