Neurosurgeon Paul Kalanithi was 36 and approaching the end of his residency when he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. This memoir — unfinished at his death and completed by his wife Lucy — is one of the most beautiful and devastating books ever written about medicine, mortality, and what makes a life meaningful. Required reading for every physician who has forgotten why they went into medicine — or who needs reminding what their patients are experiencing.
Anyone looking for a deeply philosophical and moving exploration of what it means to live a meaningful life in the shadow of death.