When Breath Becomes Air

whenbreathbecomesairForgetting this memoir is simply not possible. I read ‘When Breath Becomes Air’ a few months ago, and recently picked it up again. There are a few books that pull me in completely as I am reading them. Those are the ones that stay with me, and those are the ones I pick up again and again to read my best-loved parts. Just as I did when I was a child. When Breath Becomes Air is one such book.

The prologue lays it out for the reader. Paul Kalanithi, an accomplished neurosurgical resident, in his final year of training, is in the radiology suite- where he has been countless times before. But this time he is not wearing his usual scrubs or white coat, but is in a hospital gown, looking at CT scan images of cancer widely spread. This time he was the patient.

Paul Kalanithi, was the son of hard-working Indian immigrants in the US. He grew up in Kingman, Arizona and did not envision himself pursuing the field of medicine, like his father and brother. Instead he pursued his love for the English language and graduated from Stanford University with a degree in English Literature and Human Biology. He later went on to earn an MPhil in History and Philosophy of Science and Medicine from University of Cambridge. But he was still looking for an area where these disciplines intersected, which is when he applied for medical school.

‘I was driven less by achievement than by trying to understand, in earnest: What makes human life meaningful?’

‘I still felt literature provided the best account of life of the mind, while neuroscience laid down the most elegant rules of the brain’

In the first part of the book Kalanithi takes us on his journey from becoming a medical student at Yale, to a chief resident at Stanford. We read of his first cadavers, his understanding of the doctor-patient relationship, the first birth and the first death he witnessed. Kalanithi put in the long grueling hours as expected from residents. The exhaustion, the paperwork, the responsibility- all multiplied ten folds as he gained invaluable experience and skill sets.  He was well-respected among his peers and at the pinnacle of his career.

Paul Kalanithi -- Picture Credit: Norbert von der Groeben

Paul Kalanithi — Picture Credit: Norbert von der Groeben

The second part of the book picks up from when he was in the radiology suite looking at his scans- in the prologue. He writes about his life as a patient, his struggles as he undergoes treatment, and the joy of becoming a father. It is a time when this incurable illness is taking a toll on his body and his desire to still push forward with life.

That morning, I  made a decision: I would push myself to return to the OR. Why? Because I could. Because that’s who I was. Because I would have to learn to live in a different way, seeing death as an imposing itinerant visitor but knowing that even if I’m dying, until I actually die, I am still living.

Kalanithi’s journey facing mortality as a doctor and then a patient makes it profoundly moving. As you read this book, you know the inevitable. Yet the story of his bravery, tremendous ambition and reflections on life in the face of death make it a story you want to hold on to. A sincere, insightful and poignant read about facing death with integrity. It is powerful in emotion with an underlying sadness, yet life-affirming as you read through Kalanithi’s journey.

‘Paul, Lucy and Cady’ — Picture Credit : Gale Gettinger

Paul Kalanithi died on March 9th 2015 at age 37. His wife Lucy wrote the epilogue to his book which is dedicated to their baby daughter Cady.

If you pick up a book next, make it this one.

 

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