When Breathe Becomes Air - Paul Kalanithi
Were things really so bad? Neurosurgical training, among the most rigorous and demanding of all medical specialties, had surely put a strain on our marriage. There were so many nights when I came home late from work, after Lucy had gone to bed, and collapsed on the living room floor, exhausted, and so many mornings when I left for work in the early dark, before she'd awoken. But our careers were peaking now - most universities wanted both of us: me in neurosurgery, Lucy in internal medicine.
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