genre: non-fiction, memoir
Paul Kalanithi is nearly there - his training as a neurosurgeon-scientist is nearly complete - when he receives the crushing news: he has cancer. The prognosis is not good. And when faced with the choice to either throw up his hands and declare his life and effort a waste or to search deep and look for meaning in the seemingly meaningless, he chose the latter. In this deeply moving memoir, he details his journey to becoming a surgeon, a husband, a player in the race that is modern medicine. And while he's chosen to spend his career ushering patients from one kind of life into another - and possibly death - he now has to usher himself. A much more painful and encompassing task.
I appreciate Paul's search for meaning. I appreciate his depth of feeling and his honesty about really hard things. I appreciate that he helped me to remember how important it is to live each day as though that actual day matters. I appreciate how when I was finishing the epilogue by his wife, I wept, seeing his story for a moment through another set of eyes, weeping for the loss of a husband as well as for the loss to our human family of a curious and dedicated doctor.
Very well written.