as for my studies, i admired paul kalanithi. he’s a neurosurgeon and a writer. he’s born from the family of doctors, but he never really thought about being a doctor himself. he was once a surgeon who always wear scrubs, but then fate says otherwise. unfortunately, he has to wear a patient gown because of his illness. he was born in April 1st, 1977. he died at the age of 37. his book, ‘when breath becomes air’ is so beautifully written. that book is a memoir and his life. he died because of stage IV of lung cancer. the book tells me about ‘what makes life meaningful enough to worth living.’ one of my favourite paragraphs of the book is, ‘would you trade your ability- or your mother’s- to talk for a few months of mutr life? or the expansion of your visual blind spot in exchange for eliminating the small possibility of a fatal brain hemorrhage?’ i carry that book everywhere with me. even though i’ve finished reading it. and i’ve been re reading it for like 2 times ...
