Lucky Man – Michael J. Fox’s Memoir
Excerpt from Chapter One – November 1990 – A Wake-up Call Gainesville, Florida
It was Tuesday morning, and I woke to discover that my left hand was sending me a message, even though it was empty. Last night was a fuzzy haze of Monday Night football and the four-poster pink-lacquered bed of the hotel’s Presidential Suite was somewhat shocking. I knew I had a few minutes before the chaos of the day started, so I clenched my eyes shut and felt a moth-like wing flutter against my cheek. When I opened my eyes my hand was an inch or two from my face and that’s when I noticed my pinkie finger. It was twitching and I couldn’t stop it. I made a fist, shook out my fingers, and interlocked them behind my head to trap them in the pillow, but could still feel the gentle tapping. I pulled my left hand in front of me again, splaying my fingers. It was right there. In the flesh. A thumb, three still fingers, and a spastic pinkie out on the fringe.
