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Paul Kalanithi · 2016
Kalanithi spent his career standing over the open skulls of dying patients, deciding what a life was worth and what it could survive; the cancer that ended his own life at thirty-seven turned the same instruments on himself, and he wrote this book in the time he had left.
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What this book knows
Facing terminal cancer, a neurosurgeon discovers that mortality clarifies rather than cancels what makes a life meaningful.
mortality
I was neither angry nor scared. It simply was. It was a fact about the world, like the distance from the sun to the earth.
WBA-010I could see my bones against my skin, a living X-ray. Simply holding my head up was tiring. Lifting a glass of water required both hands.
WBA-005work-as-meaning
As I stood dressing for graduation—the culmination of seven years of residency—a piercing nausea struck me. I would not be going to graduation, after all.
WBA-006After thirty minutes, we let him finish dying. Then I remembered: my Diet Coke, my ice cream sandwich.
WBA-004intimacy
You filled a dying man's days with a sated joy, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, satisfied.
WBA-014I held her cheek to Paul's, his face serene, hers quizzical but calm, his beloved baby never suspecting that this moment was a farewell.
WBA-013Illuminates
Editor’s framing
The book's authority comes from the side of the bed Kalanithi was on for most of it. He was a neurosurgeon and a reader of literature, and he had spent years asking what makes a life meaningful when the brain that holds the self is failing — which means that when the question became his own, he already had the vocabulary and none of the comfort. Attend to the tone he refuses: there is no rage and little fear, only the flat clarity of someone treating his own mortality as a fact about the world, like the distance from the sun to the earth. The book breaks off unfinished, completed by his wife Lucy's afterword, and the incompleteness is part of what it means. Vela reads this on the work-and-meaning axis, beside Frankl — two clinicians who turned their own dying into evidence about what a life is for.
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My back stiffened terribly during the flight, and by the time I made it to Grand Central to catch a train to my friends' place upstate, my body was rippling with pain. Over the past few months, I'd had back spasms of varying ferocity, from simple ignorable pain, to pain that made me forsake speech to grind my teeth, to pain so severe I curled up on the floor, screaming. This pain was toward the more severe end of the spectrum. I lay down on a hard bench in the waiting area, feeling my back muscles contort, breathing to control the pain—the ibuprofen wasn't touching this—and naming each muscle as it spasmed to stave off tears: erector spinae, rhomboid, latissimus, piriformis… A security guard approached. "Sir, you can't lie down here." "I'm sorry," I said, gasping out the words. "Bad…back…spasms." "You still can't lie down here." *I'm sorry, but I'm dying from cancer.* The words lingered on my tongue—but what if I wasn't?
My back stiffened terribly during the flight, and by the time I made it to Grand Central to catch a train to my friends' place upstate, my body was rippling with pain.
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The grief of a narrowing future, written from inside it, sits within the larger reading of grief.
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