I think about the years and years of play I sacrificed for my education and my career. And finding space for play - to enjoy my life - is now a spiritual imperative. If I was to die of a rare cancer next year, like Dr. Kalanithi or my friend Jen Young, it would all feel so profoundly unfinished. And it would feel like that because I have a lot of banked play time that remains unused in my esoteric life account.
Over the last several years, I've had a voyeur's view into the lives of people confronting terminal illness. The hoops of medical training dropped me squarely into the existential sorrows of perfect strangers as they realize that these days or months are their last. It feels great to help where you can, and utterly, outrageously sad when there is nothing to do.
But just before Christmas, I found out a truly adored member of my family has two large tumours, likely representing an aggressive cancer.Read More