Celine Dion anunciou que foi diagnosticada com uma rara condição médica debilitante. Sua irmã Claudette Dion desde então forneceu uma atualização sobre sua saúde.
Em uma entrevista, Claudette, uma dos 14 irmãos Dion, revelou como a Rainha das Power Ballads está lidando com sua doença e contou mais abertamente sobre a condição.
Celine Dion fotografada em Lower Manhattan em 8 de março de 2020 na cidade de Nova York | Fonte: Getty Images
“Ela está fazendo de tudo para se recuperar. Ela é uma mulher forte”, disse Claudette, acrescentando que a família sabe pouco sobre a condição de Celine. O irmão da vencedora do Grammy Award declarou que não há muito que a família possa fazer pela estrela para aliviar sua “dor”.
Claudette, 74, destacou os sintomas da doença, dizendo : “Há espasmos – eles são impossíveis de controlar. Você sabe quando as pessoas costumam pular à noite por causa de uma cãibra na perna ou na panturrilha? É um pouco assim, mas em todos os músculos.”
Celine Dion retratada em seu documentário “I Am Celine Dion” | Fonte: YouTube/EntertainmentTonight
Em dezembro de 2022, Celine, de 55 anos, revelou em um vídeo emocionante nas redes sociais que havia sido diagnosticada com Síndrome da Pessoa Rígida.
A nativa canadense disse aos fãs que estava sofrendo de espasmos que estavam afetando sua rotina diária, tornando difícil para ela andar. A condição também afetou suas cordas vocais.
Celine Dion durante uma entrevista no “Good Morning America” em 12 de maio de 2016 | Fonte: Getty Images
Certa vez, durante uma turnê na Alemanha, a cantora teve espasmos musculares antes de subir no palco para se apresentar. Ela começou a entrar em pânico e disse à sua equipe que não conseguiria continuar com aquilo.
No entanto, ela reuniu coragem para se apresentar, mas soou nasal. Ela e sua equipe decidiram fazer alguns ajustes, abaixando as tonalidades da música para acomodá-la. A estrela, que disse que sua condição a ensinou a conversar com seus filhos, mais tarde disse aos fãs que estava sofrendo de infecções nos seios nasais e na garganta.
No entanto, ela nem sabia com o que estava lidando e sentiu o fardo de ser desonesta com seus fãs. Celine, que cresceu em uma grande família musical, cancelou planos para shows e decidiu pausar sua turnê mundial Courage até que ela finalmente se recupere e seja capaz o suficiente para agraciar o palco novamente.
Rene-Charles Angelil e Celine Dion no 66º Grammy Awards em 4 de fevereiro de 2024 em Los Angeles, Califórnia. | Fonte: Getty Images
A artista premiada se retirou dos olhos do público desde então. Ela teria sido cuidada por “uma ótima equipe de médicos” e um terapeuta de medicina esportiva para recuperar sua força.
Celine Dion retratada em seu documentário “I Am Celine Dion” | Fonte: YouTube/EntertainmentTonight
Celine mora com seus três filhos, René-Charles, Eddy e Nelson. Ela os recebeu com seu falecido marido, René Angelil, que infelizmente morreu em janeiro de 2016 aos 73 anos.
A mãe de três filhos era dona de um parque aquático na Flórida depois que ela e o marido compraram um terreno de cinco acres em 2008. Eles construíram a propriedade dos seus sonhos do zero dois anos depois.
A propriedade, inspirada nas Bahamas, tinha 13 quartos e 14 banheiros. Também tinha vários recursos aquáticos, incluindo duas piscinas, dois toboáguas e um rio lento.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Jupiter Island, Flórida | Fonte: YouTube/TODAY
No entanto, Celine, que começou a cantar profissionalmente aos 12 anos, decidiu vender a casa depois de fazer uma mudança de carreira para Las Vegas, onde assinou um contrato de residência em 2005. Isso tornou mais fácil para ela estar lá com seus entes queridos.
Rene-Charles Angelil e Celine Dion comparecem à exibição especial em Nova York do documentário “I Am: Celine Dion” em 17 de junho de 2024 na cidade de Nova York. | Fonte: Getty Images
Ainda assim, a morada em Jupiter Island, com um parque aquático, permaneceu no mercado por um bom tempo. Celine só conseguiu fazer uma venda quatro anos depois, vendendo-a por US$ 38,5 milhões na época.
Uma vista interna da casa de plano aberto de Celine Dion em Jupiter Island, Flórida | Fonte: YouTube/CNBCPrime
A cantora de “The Power of Love” vendeu sua antiga casa, que ela dividia com seu marido Angelil, um produtor musical e empresário de talentos, apenas um ano após sua morte.
Celine supostamente vendeu outra propriedade em Summerlin, Las Vegas, em abril de 2023 por incríveis US$ 30 milhões . Ela comprou a mansão recém-construída em 2017 por US$ 9,2 milhões.
Uma vista aérea da casa de Celine Dion em Summerlain, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousLuxury
A superestrela global passou vários anos reformando a casa antes de vendê-la com sucesso em 2024. Ainda não está claro se ela já morou lá ou se está apenas reformando casas.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Summerlain, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousLuxury
A casa tem 31.000 pés quadrados e fica em um acre de terra com vista para um campo de golfe. Ela possui uma garagem subterrânea e uma piscina enorme. Há quatro quartos e doze banheiros por toda a casa, incluindo um porão mobiliado e spa.
Uma vista da entrada da antiga casa de Celine Dion em Summerlin, Las Vegas | Fonte: YouTube/FamousEntertainment
Enquanto isso, a casa atual de 1,5 acre de Celine em Las Vegas está situada em Henderson, Nevada, que ela e seu marido Angelil compraram em 2003 por US$ 1,2 milhão . Ela a reformou logo após se mudar, tendo se mudado em 2003.
Hoda Kotb com Celine Dion em sua casa em Las Vegas, Nevada | Fonte: Today.com
A propriedade ocupa mais de um acre de terra, abrangendo mais de 740 metros quadrados e conta com quatro quartos, seis banheiros e três lareiras.
Em meio à pandemia, Celine filmou um vídeo de sua cozinha pedindo aos fãs que ficassem em casa. O vislumbre de dentro de sua cozinha a mostrou sentada em frente a uma grande prateleira.
Uma vista externa da casa de Celine Dion em Henderson, Nevada | Fonte: YouTube/ALLABOUT
O tema do espaço é armários com frente branca brilhante e acessórios de aço inoxidável. Celine mostrou outro cômodo em sua casa, que tinha um tema todo branco.
Havia cadeiras de couro branco, uma mesa branca de alto brilho e cortinas. Além disso, ela teria acrescentado uma coleção de velas ao espaço.
Hoda Kotb com Celine Dion em sua casa em Las Vegas, Nevada | Fonte: Today.com
A propriedade, estimada em US$ 4,5 milhões , também consiste em uma casa de hóspedes separada , que fica em 2.000 pés quadrados e tem um quarto e um banheiro. Os terrenos ao ar livre apresentam uma quadra de basquete e uma grande piscina.
Notavelmente, a cantora do sucesso “That’s the Way It Is” já foi dona de várias propriedades, incluindo sua casa em Montreal, sua terra natal, Québec, Canadá.
Antes de adquirir seu enorme portfólio imobiliário, Celine encontrou sucesso pela primeira vez na Las Vegas Strip, onde se apresentou por quase vinte anos no Coliseu e no Caesar’s Palace.
No início de sua residência, a cantora supostamente ganhava US$ 500.000 por show. Isso significa que se ela tivesse de 3 a 5 shows semanais, ela ganhava uma média de US$ 2 milhões mensais.
Celine Dion participando do Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute Benefit Gala em 2 de maio de 2019 em Nova York | Fonte: Getty Images
A estrela de Hollywood se tornou uma das cantoras mais renomadas a começar uma residência. Celebridades como Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera e Mariah Carey seguiram o exemplo, tendo assinado acordos para suas residências nos últimos anos.
Uma vista interna da casa de Celine Dion em Henderson, Nevada | Fonte: YouTube/ALLABOUT
O Caesar’s Palace construiu uma arena de 4.000 lugares inspirada no Coliseu Romano, e a residência de Celine chamada “A New Day” se tornou um sucesso instantâneo e esgotou todos os shows.
Ela é considerada uma das artistas femininas mais vendidas, ao lado de nomes como Carey e Madonna. Celine conquistou sucesso mundial com canções de sucesso como “Because You Loved Me”, “My Heart Will Go On” e “I’m Alive”, e ganhou vários prêmios e elogios.
I Paid a Fortune Teller’s Bus Fare – The Note She Slipped Me Uncovered a Terrible Secret
Single dad Daniel’s quiet morning with his sick little son took an unexpected turn when he helped an elderly woman on the bus. The lady was a fortune teller and slipped a cryptic note into his hand. Daniel accepted it, unaware that her parting words would soon haunt him in ways he never imagined.
It was one of those gray mornings in California, the kind that makes you feel like the universe hit snooze and forgot to wake up. My one-year-old son, Jamie, was strapped in his stroller, his tiny breaths fogging the clear plastic cover. He’d been burning up with a fever all night, and every little whimper had cut through me like glass.
A baby boy in a stroller | Source: Midjourney
I shoved a pacifier into his hand and double-checked the diaper bag slung over my shoulder. Formula? Check. Spare clothes? Check. An exhausted father running on caffeine and prayer? Also, check.
Parenting solo wasn’t the life I’d envisioned. My wife Paulina had been my everything, and when she passed during childbirth, it felt like the air had been sucked out of my world. But Jamie was my anchor now, and every step I took was for him.
“Almost there, buddy,” I murmured, adjusting his blanket. “We’ll get you feeling better soon, I promise.”
I touched his forehead gently, remembering the sleepless night before. “Your mama would know exactly what to do right now,” I whispered, my voice catching.
A man pushing a baby stroller | Source: Pexels
The bus screeched to a halt, and I hauled the stroller up with one hand, gripping the railing for balance.
“Let’s go, man! People got places to be!” the driver snapped.
“My son’s sick,” I shot back, struggling with the stroller. “Just give me a second.”
“Whatever, just hurry it up.”
I bit back a stronger reply, settling Jamie into the corner. The bus wasn’t crowded… just a few commuters with headphones or half-open newspapers.
At the next stop, she got on.
Likely in her 70s, the lady looked out of place. Layers of flowing skirts draped around her fragile body, a scarf tied tightly over her head, and silver bangles jingled on her wrists. Her dark, kohl-lined eyes darted around nervously as she rummaged through an old leather purse.
An older lady in a colorful costume | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t have enough for the fare,” she told the driver, her voice low and tinged with an accent I couldn’t place.
He scowled. “LADY, I’M NOT RUNNING A CHARITY. IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE MONEY, YOU CAN WALK. Pay or get off.”
She hesitated, looking visibly flustered. “Please. My name is Miss Moonshadow. I’ll read your fortune for free. Just let me ride.” Her hands trembled as she held them out. “Please, I… I need to get somewhere urgently.”
The driver rolled his eyes. “I don’t want any of that mumbo jumbo. Pay or walk.”
Her face flushed, and she looked over her shoulder, her gaze catching mine for just a second before darting away. There was fear there, raw and real. And something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Hey! If you can’t pay, get off the bus already!” the driver barked, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch.
An anxious older lady in the bus | Source: Midjourney
That was enough. And I stood up. “I’ve got it,” I said, digging into my pocket. “Let her take the ride.”
The driver muttered something under his breath as I handed over a couple of bills.
The woman turned to me, her eyes meeting mine with a weight I couldn’t quite place. “Thank you,” she said softly. “You didn’t have to. You have enough burden already, I can see it in your eyes.”
“It’s nothing,” I said, brushing it off. “We all need help sometimes.”
Miss Moonshadow took a seat near the back, but I could feel her gaze following me. Jamie stirred in his stroller, and I leaned down to soothe him, my hand brushing his fever-warmed cheek.
“Shhh, it’s okay, little man,” I whispered. “Daddy’s got you.”
A sad man sitting in a bus | Source: Midjourney
When my stop came, I maneuvered Jamie’s stroller toward the door. As I passed her, Miss Moonshadow reached out, her bangle-covered hand gripping my arm with startling firmness.
“Wait, here,” she said, pressing a small folded note into my palm.
“What’s this?” I asked, confused.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “YOU’LL NEED IT. Trust me. Sometimes, the truth hurts before it heals.”
The driver barked for me to hurry up, and I nodded stiffly, stepping off the bus. The paper felt strangely heavy in my pocket, but I ignored it, although I was puzzled.
A man holding a small piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
The pediatrician’s waiting room was a blend of crying babies and exhausted parents when I arrived. I kept my eyes on Jamie, who had fallen asleep again in his stroller, his feverish little face looked smaller than usual.
“Mr. Daniel?” the nurse called.
“That’s us,” I said, standing. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you checked out.”
The nurse stepped out and announced that Jamie was next, adding that the doctor would see him in five minutes. I sank into a chair in the waiting room, my exhaustion catching up to me. Almost without thinking, my hand drifted to the note in my pocket. I pulled it out, smoothing the creases before unfolding it.
The words hit me like a slap:
“HE’S NOT YOUR SON.”
A shocked man in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
I blinked, reading it again. Then again. My pulse roared in my ears, and I stuffed the note back into my pocket like it might burn me.
“Mr. Daniel?” the nurse called again. “The doctor’s ready.”
Jamie stirred, his little fists opening and closing. I reached out, brushing his cheek with my thumb. He was so real and so undeniably mine. The note was a lie. It had to be.
“He’s got your eyes,” the nurse kindly said as she led us to the exam room.
I forced a smile, but the words felt like daggers. Still, the note’s message clung to me like smoke, filling every corner of my mind with doubt.
A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
The cryptic message haunted me for days. I kept telling myself it was nonsense and didn’t mean anything. But every time Jamie giggled or looked up at me with Paulina’s eyes, the doubt crept back in.
Then, one night, I caved. I ordered a DNA test online, the guilt swirling in my gut even as I clicked “confirm purchase.”
“What am I doing?” I whispered to myself, staring at the confirmation email. “This is crazy. This is absolutely —”
Jamie’s cry interrupted my thoughts. I found him standing in his crib, his arms raised.
“Da-da,” he whimpered, reaching for me.
A man using a laptop | Source: Midjourney
I scooped him up, holding him close. “I’m here, buddy. I’m here.”
More than anything, I wished the DNA results would prove what I already felt in my heart — that Jamie was mine, that he belonged to me as much as I belonged to him.
I took the test, and the results came a week later. The envelope sat on the kitchen counter, unopened. Jamie babbled from his high chair, smearing pureed carrots across his tray.
“Alright,” I muttered to myself, ripping the envelope open.
The first thing I saw was the word “inconclusive.” Then, I found the part that mattered.
Jamie WASN’T mine.
I sank to the floor, the paper crumpling in my fist. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…”
“Da-da!” Jamie called out cheerfully, oblivious to my world crumbling.
A man shaken to his core | Source: Midjourney
I drove to Paulina’s mom’s house that evening, gripping the DNA results like they might dissolve if I let go. She answered the door with a warm smile, but it vanished when she saw my face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, stepping aside to let me in.
I didn’t bother with pleasantries. I dropped the paper onto the coffee table. “Did you know?”
Her eyes flicked to the document, then back to me. “Daniel, I —”
“DID YOU KNOW, JOYCE?” I snapped.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sank into the couch. “She told me,” she whispered.
The words felt like a punch to the stomach. I stumbled backward, gripping the wall for support.
A disheartened older woman | Source: Midjourney
“My daughter… she made a huge mistake,” she continued. “One night. It was a stupid night at a work party. She wasn’t sure, Daniel. She wasn’t sure if the baby was yours. She was so scared. She begged me not to tell you.”
“So you BOTH lied to me?” I exploded. “Every day, every moment… it was all a LIE?”
“Daniel, please —”
“I held her hand when she died!” My voice broke. “I watched her slip away, promising I’d take care of our baby. OUR baby! And you knew? You knew all along?”
“She wanted to tell you,” Joyce sobbed. “The night before… before everything happened. She said she couldn’t bear it anymore. But then —”
“Then she died,” I finished, my voice hollow. “And you still said nothing.”
An emotional man with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney
“She loved you,” Joyce added, tears streaming down her face. “She loved you so much, Daniel. She was scared, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t love you.”
“Love?” I laughed bitterly. “Love isn’t lies. Love isn’t —” I choked on the words. “Every time you looked at Jamie, every time you held him… you knew.”
“He’s still your son,” she whispered. “And you’re the only father he’s ever known.”
“I can’t…” I shook my head. “I can’t even look at you right now.”
I left without saying another word, her sobs following me out the door.
A man walking away | Source: Midjourney
That night, I sat by Jamie’s crib, watching him sleep. His chest rose and fell in rhythm, and his tiny hand curled around his favorite blanket. The moon cast shadows through the window, and I remembered all the nights I’d spent here, singing lullabies, wiping tears, changing diapers, and fighting fevers.
“Who am I to you?” I whispered. “Am I just some stranger who…”
“Da-da!” Jamie stirred in his sleep, his little face scrunching up before relaxing again. I reached down, touching his hand, and his fingers automatically wrapped around mine.
I thought about Paulina — her laugh, smile, and how she used to hum when she cooked. The betrayal cut deep, but so did the memory of her last moments and the way she’d looked at me with such trust and love.
A heartbroken man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
“Your mama made mistakes,” I whispered to Jamie. “Big ones. And right now, I don’t know how to forgive her.”
Jamie sighed in his sleep, still holding my finger.
“But you,” I continued, tears falling freely now, “you’re innocent in all this. You didn’t ask for any of it. And this past year…” My voice caught. “Every diaper I’ve changed, every fever I’ve fought, every smile, every tear, and every moment… they’re real. They’re OURS.”
The anger and betrayal still simmered, but they couldn’t touch the love I felt when I looked at him. This little boy had become my whole world and given me purpose when I thought I had none left.
A baby fast asleep | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, buddy,” I whispered, brushing a curl from his forehead. “You’re stuck with me, okay? No matter what. Because being a father… it’s not about blood. It’s about every sleepless night, every worried moment, and every celebration. It’s about choice. And I choose you. I’ll always choose you.”
Jamie stirred, his lips curving into a tiny smile.
This little miracle wasn’t my son by blood, but that didn’t matter. He was mine in every way that counted and in all the ways that truly mattered. And that was enough, more than enough.
As I watched my son sleep, I realized that sometimes the greatest truths come from the deepest lies, and the strongest bonds are the ones we choose to forge, not the ones we’re born with.
“Sweet dreams, my baby boy,” I whispered, and for the first time since reading that note, the word ‘son’ felt more true than ever before.
A man smiling warmly | Source: Midjourney
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