a young neurosurgeon
faced with a terminal cancer diagnosis who attempts to answer the question What
makes a life worth living?
At the age of thirty-six, on
the verge of completing a decade’s worth of training as a neurosurgeon, Paul
Kalanithi was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. One day he was a doctor
treating the dying, and the next he was a patient struggling to live. And just
like that, the future he and his wife had imagined evaporated. When Breath
Becomes Air chronicles Kalanithi’s transformation from a naïve medical student
“possessed,” as he wrote, “by the question of what, given that all organisms
die, makes a virtuous and meaningful life” into a neurosurgeon at Stanford
working in the brain, the most critical place for human identity, and finally
into a patient and new father confronting his own mortality.
What makes life worth living
in the face of death? What do you do when the future, no longer a ladder toward
your goals in life, flattens out into a perpetual present? What does it mean to
have a child, to nurture a new life as another fades away? These are some of
the questions Kalanithi wrestles with in this profoundly moving, exquisitely
observed memoir.
Paul Kalanithi died in March
2015, while working on this book, yet his words live on as a guide and a gift
to us all. “I began to realize that coming face to face with my own mortality,
in a sense, had changed nothing and everything,” he wrote. “Seven words from
Samuel Beckett began to repeat in my head: ‘I can’t go on. I’ll go on.’” When
Breath Becomes Air is an unforgettable, life-affirming reflection on the
challenge of facing death and on the relationship between doctor and patient,
from a brilliant writer who became both.
书名来自于英国诗人FULKE GREVILLE的一首诗《You that seek what life is in death》
You that Seek What Life is in Death
BY FULKE GREVILLE
You that seek what life is in death,
Now find it air that once was breath.
New names unknown, old names gone:
Till time end bodies, but souls none.
Reader! then make time, while you be,
But steps to your eternity.
BY FULKE GREVILLE
You that seek what life is in death,
Now find it air that once was breath.
New names unknown, old names gone:
Till time end bodies, but souls none.
Reader! then make time, while you be,
But steps to your eternity.