Paul Kalanithi was a talented neurosurgeon, and he could just as easily have become a talented writer. You are holding his only book.
For more than ten years he trained to become a neurosurgeon, and only a year and a half separated him from becoming a professor. He was already receiving excellent job offers, he had a young wife, and there was only a little time left before they would finally begin the real life they had postponed for so many years.
Paul was only 36 when death, which he had fought in the operating room, knocked at his own door. The diagnosis — stage IV lung cancer — instantly crossed out all his plans.
Who better than a doctor himself understands what awaits a patient with such a diagnosis? Paul did not give up; he began to live! He spent much time with his family, he and his wife had a wonderful daughter, Cady, the dream of his life came true — he began writing a book, and he became a professor of neurosurgery.