Kathleen Turner, the celebrated actress famous for her roles in *Body Heat* and *Romancing the Stone*, has recently raised concerns about her health following a public appearance in New York City.
The 70-year-old was seen using a wheelchair and a cane during her outing, which took place in Manhattan. She was dressed casually in a black shirt, black pants, a gray sweater, and black sneakers. Initially, she used a cane as she got out of a vehicle and entered an office building. However, when she left, she was in a wheelchair, leading to worries about her well-being.
This sighting comes after a recent incident where Turner had to leave the stage during a performance of *A Little Night Music* due to feeling unwell. This raised further questions about her health, especially given her long history of serious health issues.
Turner has been candid about her battle with rheumatoid arthritis, an autoimmune disease that affects the joints and can cause severe pain. She was diagnosed during the height of her career in the early 1990s, and the illness has significantly impacted her life.
In earlier interviews, she described the severity of her symptoms while filming the 1994 film *Serial Mom*, explaining that her feet swelled to the point where she couldn’t fit into her shoes. “I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t hold a glass,” she shared. “The only way I could go up and down stairs was on my butt, pushing myself. The pain is very bad because there’s no way to sit, lie, or stand that allows you to escape it.”
Turner noted that while her condition is not life-threatening, it severely diminishes her quality of life. She turned to alcohol as a way to cope with her pain, believing it was a safer option than pain medication. “It was incredibly stupid,” she reflected, realizing later that drinking was taking away precious moments with her family. She eventually checked into rehab in 2002 and now only enjoys a cocktail occasionally.
Despite her chronic pain and the challenges of her condition, Turner has continued to work in Hollywood, albeit with fewer leading roles. She recognizes that she needs to adjust her career to manage her health better.
Turner reflected on the challenges of living with rheumatoid arthritis, but she emphasized her determination to keep going. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t accept it. I am a very stubborn woman,” she said.
She shared that she regained her strength, stating, “I got back to full strength, as full as I would ever be again. They told me I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Now, that was almost 30 years ago. And I look at what I’ve done in 30 years and I think: ‘Well, go to hell!’”
Despite her ongoing health issues, Turner’s fighting spirit has kept her active in film and theater. However, her recent appearances, along with her need for mobility aids, have led to increased public concern about her health.
Fans are undoubtedly hoping that the beloved actress, who has been open about her health struggles and her past with alcohol abuse, will continue to tackle her challenges with the same resilience and strength she has shown throughout her career.
We Sent Money to Our Son for College Tuition – One Day, We Discovered He Wasn’t Even Enrolled and Lived in an Old Trailer
As parents, we’d always believed in our son. He was the perfect child—brilliant, and destined for greatness. So when we sent him off to college with thousands of dollars for tuition, we never questioned his progress. Until the day we found out he had been lying to us all along.
From the moment Jason was born, he was our pride and joy. Growing up, he wasn’t just “our son”; he was the son every family in the neighborhood admired. He excelled at everything he touched.
Boy receiving an award in school | Source: Midjourney
Straight A’s? Easy. Captain of the basketball team? Of course. And his charm? It was magnetic. Parents would nudge their kids, saying, “Be more like Jason.” He was handsome, polite, and ambitious. At least, that’s what we thought.
For as long as I can remember, Jason always had a soft spot for animals.
If a stray cat wandered into the yard, it was Jason who would sneak it milk. When our dog, Max, got sick, Jason stayed up all night by his side, even though he was only eight.
Young boy bonding with his dog | Source: Midjourney
“Mom, I want to help animals when I grow up,” he said once, eyes gleaming as he watched Max wag his tail weakly.
“I want to be like Uncle Tom,” he insisted.
I remember laughing softly, tousling his hair. “That’s sweet, honey, but you can help more people if you become a businessman like your dad.”
Young boy bonding with his dog while chatting with his mom. | Source: Midjourney
My husband, Daniel, and I had always envisioned Jason as the future head of our family business. He had all the qualities of a leader.
So, when the time came to choose a college, we insisted on management. Jason hesitated at first, but eventually, he agreed. I thought we had his future all mapped out.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Boy standing at a college building | Source: Midjourney
It started innocently enough. Jason was two years into college, supposedly studying business management at a prestigious university. We sent him money every month for tuition and living expenses.
Life was busy for Daniel and me; running a company doesn’t leave much room for doubt. So, we never questioned anything.
But then, everything unraveled.
Woman in her car, talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
A business trip took me to the city where Jason’s college was located. I was excited to surprise him. “I’ll swing by his dorm, maybe take him out to dinner,” I told Daniel over the phone.
When I arrived at the admissions office to get his dorm address, the woman behind the counter gave me a confused look. “Jason Reed? I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone by that name enrolled here.”
I froze, sure there was some mistake. “Check again,” I insisted, my voice trembling.
She checked. And then she checked again. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no record of a Jason Reed. Are you sure this is the right university?”
Woman talking to a receptionist | Source: Midjourney
My stomach turned. I thanked her stiffly and left the office, my mind racing.
I called Jason immediately. “Hey, Mom!” he answered, cheerful as ever.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I’m in town for a meeting and thought I’d surprise you. How about coffee?”
There was a pause. “Uh, yeah, sure! Let’s meet at the café near campus.”
Something was off, but I brushed it aside. When I saw him at the café, he looked as polished as ever—relaxed, confident, and full of that same charm that had everyone fooled.
Mother and son at a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
“How’s school?” I asked casually.
“Great! Classes are tough, but I’m learning a lot,” he said without missing a beat. “Midterms are coming up, so I’ve been studying nonstop.”
He lied so smoothly, that I almost believed him. But the admissions clerk’s words echoed in my head. He’s not enrolled here.
When we hugged goodbye, I slipped my fitness bracelet into his jacket pocket. It had GPS. If Jason was lying to me, I needed to know where he was really going.
Mother and son hugging | Source: Midjourney
That evening, I followed the bracelet’s signal. It led me far from campus, away from the bustling city, to the outskirts of town. The smooth tarmac gave way to a dirt road lined with towering trees. The GPS beeped faster as I approached a small clearing.
And there it was—a rusty old trailer, half-hidden among the trees. The roof sagged under the weight of mismatched patches, and the whole place looked like it might collapse in a strong wind.
An old trailer in the woods | Source: Midjourney
I parked my car and waited, gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Ten minutes passed before Jason appeared, walking up the dirt path with a bag slung over his shoulder.
My heart stopped.
I watched as he knocked on the trailer door. When it creaked open, another figure stepped out. It was my brother, Tom.
“Tom?” I whispered to myself, shocked. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Tom, had always been a wanderer. While Daniel and I built a stable life, Tom flitted between jobs but finally became a veterinarian.
Man standing at the door of an old trailer | Source: Midjourney
Without thinking, I got out of the car and marched toward the trailer.
“Jason!” I called, my voice sharp.
He spun around, eyes wide. “Mom?! What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that!” I yelled. “What is this place? Why aren’t you at school? And why is he here?”
Tom leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Nice to see you too, sis.”
“Stay out of this, Tom,” I snapped, glaring at him.
Jason stepped forward, hands up. “Mom, I can explain.”
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“No,” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been sending you money—our money—for tuition, thinking you were in college. Were you ever enrolled?”
Jason hesitated, then shook his head. “No.”
The word hit me like a slap. “Then where has all the money gone?”
Jason glanced at Tom, then back at me. “I’ve been using it to fund something…important. Uncle Tom’s been helping me.”
My gaze snapped to Tom, who looked unbothered. “Helping you do what?”
Man standing at the door of an old trailer | Source: Midjourney
Jason took a deep breath. “I’m building a veterinary clinic.”
“What?”
“I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life, Mom. Uncle Tom had the skills and connections to help me get started. I’m using the money to buy equipment and renovate a building nearby. Once it’s ready, he’s going to be the head vet.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You lied to us! You’ve been funneling money to this—to him?” I pointed at Tom, whose smirk only deepened.
“Mom, this is my calling,” Jason said, his voice steady. “You and Dad wanted me to take over the business, but that’s not who I am. I want to help animals.”
Son talking to his mom | Source: Midjourney
“You betrayed us!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You’ll never see another penny from me again.”
I turned and stormed back to my car, tears blurring my vision.
Three months passed, and I didn’t speak to Jason. The silence was unbearable, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him. Then, one day, an envelope arrived in the mail.
The letter read: “Dear Mrs. Reed, Thank you for believing in your son and financing his veterinary clinic. Recently, my dog was hit by a car, and your son saved her life. If it weren’t for him—and for you—she wouldn’t be here today.”
I stared at the letter, my hands shaking.
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Over the next few weeks, more letters and emails poured in. Each one told a similar story: animals saved, families reunited, lives changed—all thanks to Jason.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
One night, unable to sleep, I found myself searching for Jason’s Veterinary Clinic online. The result popped up instantly, complete with photos of a small building with bright green awnings and a cheerful sign. My breath caught when I saw Jason in the photo, smiling beside a family and their golden retriever.
I grabbed my keys.
Woman’s hand grabbing car keys from the table | Source: Midjourney
The clinic looked just like the pictures. The parking lot was busy, the hum of life evident in the barking of dogs and the chatter of pet owners. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to the front door.
Inside, the first person I saw was Tom. He looked up from a clipboard and froze.
“Well, if it isn’t my sister,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “To what do we owe the honor?”
“I got your messages,” I said, holding back tears.
“My messages?” He smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, you mean the flood of letters from people thanking you for something you tried to stop.”
Veterinary doctor having a conversation with his sister in his office | Source: Midjourney
I flinched, but he didn’t stop.
“You wrote him off, but look around.” He gestured to the clinic bustling with life. “This is Jason. This is what you didn’t see. You were so busy planning his life, you never stopped to ask what he wanted.”
“Where is he?” I asked, ignoring the sting of his words.
Tom nodded toward a back room. “Go see for yourself.”
Veterinary doctor talking to his sister in his office | Source: Midjourney
On the other side, Jason bent over an examination table, gently examining a scruffy dog while speaking softly to a tearful woman.
“Mom?” he said, noticing me. His voice held equal parts surprise and fear.
I didn’t speak at first, the lump in my throat too heavy. Finally, I managed, “You did this?”
Jason nodded slowly. “Yeah. I did.”
His confidence wavered as he spoke. “I know I hurt you. I know I lied, but—”
“Jason,” I interrupted, my voice breaking. “I was wrong.”
He blinked.
Mother and son having a conversation | Source: Midjourney
I took a shaky step forward. “This is your calling. It’s everything you said it was. And I couldn’t see it. I tried to control you, to make you into someone you weren’t, but…” My voice cracked. “You’ve built something beautiful. Something that saves lives. I’m so proud of you.”
Jason’s eyes glistened as he stepped toward me. “That means everything, Mom.”
Behind us, Tom’s voice rang out, amused but warm. “Look at that. Turns out we were right all along.”
I turned back to Jason, my heart finally at peace.
“Promise me one thing,” I said.
“Anything,” he replied.
“Don’t ever stop being this person.”
Young veterinary doctor talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney
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