At Least the Baby Doesn’t Die

It’s a darned good thing I have cold — the kind where your eyes water and your sinuses itch — because at least I can blame my now-puffy eyes on that instead of the fact that When Breath Becomes Air, by Paul Kalanithi, made me cry like a kid.

Paul is — was — a talented neurosurgeon who found out he had cancer at the tail-end of his residency at Stanford.  Because cutting on people eventually gets to be out of the question when you’re terminally ill, Paul decided to write a book about his journey from doctor to cancer patient, from a man with his whole life a head of him to a man with a whole lot less life ahead of him.

You can check out my review of When Breath Becomes Air on my blog.