"But Steps to Eternity"
“You that seek what life is in death,
Now find it air that once was breath,
New names unknown, old names gone:
Till time end bodies, but souls none.
Reader! Then make time, while you be,
But steps to your eternity.”
- Baron Brooke Fulke Greville, “Caelica 83”
I cried Sunday morning as I sat by my fire pit. It was all I could do to keep from sobbing as I read the last pages of “When Breath Becomes Air” by Paul Kalanithi, MD. I often had to stop mid-page to gather myself together before I could continue to read.
At the age of 36, on the verge of completing a decade’s worth of training as a neurosurgeon and neuroscientist, Paul Kalanithi was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. “When Breath Becomes Air” is his story of his transformation from a medical student, seeking to answer the question what makes a virtuous and meaningful life, into a neurosurgeon, seeking to understand more deeply that critical place of human identity, and finally into a patient and new father confronting his own mortality.
He died in March 2015 while working on this book leaving behind a wife and 8 month old daughter. The tragedy of his premature death was heart-wrenching to read. However, the words he wrote in those final months of his life are an unforgettable, life-offering reflection on the challenge of facing death but also on the sacred relationship between doctor and patient. In his dying, he had much to teach about life, powerful lessons all too easy to forget in the busyness that is the life of a physician.
Early in the book, he writes about the struggles he faced during the arduous first years of neurosurgical residency as he realized he was becoming inured to the suffering and death that was now common place. Paul feared losing sight of the sacred relationship between doctor and patient. He came to the realization that saving lives – everyone dies eventually – was not his highest ideal, rather guiding a patient or family to an understanding of death or illness was. He wrote, “When there’s no place for the scalpel, words are the surgeon’s only tool”. I know this to be true as well. I have seen much death and suffering, not only in my years of medicine, but also on the medical missions I lead throughout the world. When all else has failed – medical/surgical treatment, experimental protocols, last ditch holistic therapies – what can one do? Our scalpel, our medical treatment, become the words we choose and the way we say them. The right words said with caring, compassion, a loving touch, can be healing in ways we cannot imagine. But words said otherwise can be as wounding as the cut made by the sharpest of scalpels.
He felt doctors had a duty to learn “What made that particular patient’s life worth living or, if not, to allow the peace of death. Such power required deep responsibility. Yet most lives are lived with passivity toward death”. As I read those words, I was reminded of the last scene in the movie “Braveheart” where the main character, William Wallace, played by Mel Gibson, knowing his execution was imminent said, “All men die but few men truly live”.
Paul found himself facing his own mortality while trying to understand what made his life worth living. In the end, it was his daughter that made life worth fighting for. His wife asked him, “What are you afraid or sad about?” He answered, "Leaving you." He knew a child would bring joy to their family and he could not bear to see his wife childless after he died. His wife was concerned that saying goodbye to his child would make his death more painful. He answered, “Wouldn’t it be great if it did?” They both felt life was not about avoiding suffering. They would carry on living instead of dying. They would not allow themselves to “miss the dance”.
He came to understand that life was precious and what made it so was not money, prestige, titles, or material things. He called these vanities that hold so little interest: a chasing after wind. He came to understand that we are all “but steps to your eternity”, yet few of us stop long enough from our busyness to comprehend that.
We all need to be reminded of this. We have been given a precious gift – the gift of making a difference in the lives of others; a gift of living a life that counts. We have the great privilege of the sacred trust between physician and patient. In seeking those things that truly are important, may we find life not death, breath not air as we remember we all are “but steps to your eternity”. What is truly important to you?
Andy Lamb, MD
I have been reading " Bugle Notes" for several years now and I am amazed as to the poignant thoughts that flow from this masterful author, Andy Lamb. He always makes me think deeply and know that I have spent my lifetime doing what I enjoy most for all the right reasons.Keep the ink flowing and may you never run out of paper!ReplyDelete