When Breath Becomes Air

A remarkable book: Edifying, heartbreaking, eloquent and very real Ashutosh S. Jogalekar I read this book in one sitting, long after the lights should have been turned off. I felt like not doing so would have been a disservice to Paul Kalanithi. After reading the book I felt stunned and hopeful in equal parts. Stunned because of the realization that someone as prodigiously talented and eloquent as Dr. Kalanithi was taken from the world at such an early age. Hopeful because even in his brief life of thirty-seven years he showcased what we as human beings are capable of in our best incarnations. His family can rest assured that he will live on through his book.When Breath Becomes Air de. What Makes Life Meaningful Jill I. Shtulman Sometimes you don’t go out and find a book; the book finds you. Facing an impending loss without a foundation of faith to fall back on, I find myself asking, “What is the meaning of life if we’re all just going to die?”Paul Kalanithi answers that question in the most meaningful way possible in his outstanding book. A 36-year- old neurosurgeon, Paul wrestled between medicine and literature as an eventual career. Medicine won out and he was just on the cusp of a stellar trajectory when he was diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer.Paul nurtured a passionate belief in the moral. Read this book hiya123 Thank you Paul for this wonderful book. I don't know Paul, but I like him a lot through the book. I admit the book wasn't easy reading for me, but it was pleasurable and I finished book in two nights. I am very scared of death but Paul tackles the scariness and all the darkness with persistence, and he simply plods on. Knowledge is power and I do believe it's the unknown we fear the most, having a detailed account like this is a great reference to move forward with. How many choose to communicate so candidly at such a time? Even to themselves? Paul's honesty is something I prize. That honesty comb

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. For readers of Atul Gawande, Andrew Solomon, and Anne Lamott, a profoundly moving, exquisitely observed memoir by a young neurosurgeon faced with a terminal cancer diagnosis who attempts to answer the question: What make