The past 18 months have been my most challenging yet, but it’s also been a period of my life where I’ve celebrated the greatest joys, found incomparable triumphs, and experienced the truest forms of love. I am grateful that I have experienced many things - some wonderful, some horrible… Gratitude for what I had been given by others, gratitude too that I had been able to give something back. It reminds me that I want to live a deliberate and meaningful life. Our mortality is a fate we all share and personally, thinking about the end offers a valuable perspective on what matters most to me. Reading this short collection of essays has reminded me how very short life really is. The pandemic has given me an opportunity to retreat and reflect a lot about my past, and to be quite honest, I also spent a lot of time complaining about the difficulty of the present and anxiously agonizing about what the future would look like. I am now face-to-face with dying but I am not finished with living. He was able to complete a few short essays before passing away from cancer in 2015. The New York Times calls him the ‘poet laureate of medicine’. As a neurologist, his book, The man who mistook his wife for a hat is superbly written and details the many peculiar and bizarre neurological cases he’s studied through the years. Oliver Sacks has always been one of my favourite writers.
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