What a stunning book. A bright, talented young neurosurgeon recounts his journey into medicine and the story of his all too brief career cut short by his cancer and then his grappling with death.
Like Kalanithi I believe in the power of literature and would love every doctor to read, mark, learn and inwardly digest this book. It's almost a one-sitting read so beautifully written and so thought provoking. The pilgrimage from dynamic doctor to weak, helpless patient is not easy, but the insights gained would enlighten any practicing doctor-especially those who haven't had to grapple with serious illness in their own lives or close loved ones.
Patients are our best teachers, and when a doctor becomes a patient he or she is often given a unique perspective which can change one's practice for ever. If Henry Marsh (he of Do no harm) thinks every doctor should read this book, I'm not going to disagree. Did I cry? Yep, sitting in Cafe Nero, as the epilogue described his final days and hours, I welled up, thinking of Kalanithi's story, my own mortality and how precious life is.
No, not that side! But thank God got through surgery ok yesterday. And thanks to all for love support and prayer.
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