What gives life enough meaning to make it worth living? If the unexamined life was not worth living, was the unlived life worth examining? These are questions that Paul Kalanithi, a neurosurgical chief resident diagnosed with cancer by age thirty-six, asked himself through his literary work. Paul Kalanithi had, more times than most shall ever do, confronted death, wrestled it, examined it, and accepted it as both the physician and patient. Such a close relationship with this looming figure gave him the ability to seek out the real inextricability of life and death, facing both with a sense of integrity.…