Death is never easy. But Oliver Sacks shows us an approach that views life as a welcome gift rather than bemoaning death as a medical failure Like millions of readers I had a lump in my throat as I read Oliver Sacks reveal his diagnosis of terminal cancer earlier this year. Every doctor aspires to be a tiny like Sacks whether for his sharp intellect,his obvious humanity or his exquisite writings that go to the core of what it means to be human and frail. In February he calmly declared that metastatic melanoma affecting his liver meant that his luck had run out. I found it tough to share his tranquil but then like the genial, grandfather-figure he is, or he reassured us,oncologists and all, that he still felt intensely alive, and wanting to “deepen my friendships,to write more, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.”Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com