The Last Lecture
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Last</strong> <strong>Lecture</strong><br />
would soon die, and in my inability to stop being rationally focused, I<br />
found myself thinking: “Shouldn’t a room like this, at a time like this,<br />
have a box of Kleenex? Wow, that’s a glaring operational flaw.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a knock on the door. Dr. Wolff entered, a folder in his<br />
hand. He looked from Jai to me to the CT scans on the computer, and<br />
he knew what had just happened. I decided to just be preemptive. “We<br />
know,” I said.<br />
By that point, Jai was almost in shock, crying hysterically. I was<br />
sad, too, of course, and yet I was also fascinated by the way in which<br />
Dr. Wolff went about the grim task before him. <strong>The</strong> doctor sat next to<br />
Jai to comfort her. Calmly, he explained to her that he would no<br />
longer be working to save my life. “What we’re trying to do,” he said,<br />
“is extend the time Randy has left so he can have the highest quality of<br />
life. That’s because, as things now stand, medical science doesn’t have<br />
anything to offer him to keep him alive for a normal life span.”<br />
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jai said. “You’re telling me that’s it? Just like<br />
that, we’ve gone from ‘we’re going to fight this’ to ‘the battle is over’?<br />
What about a liver transplant?”<br />
No, the doctor said, not once the metastasis occurs. He talked<br />
about using palliative chemo—treatment that’s not intended to be<br />
curative, but could ease symptoms, possibly buying a few months—and<br />
about finding ways to keep me comfortable and engaged in life as the<br />
end approached.<br />
<strong>The</strong> whole horrible exchange was surreal for me. Yes, I felt stunned<br />
and bereft for myself and especially for Jai, who couldn’t stop crying. But<br />
a strong part of me remained in Randy Scientist Mode, collecting facts<br />
and quizzing the doctor about options. At the same time, there was<br />
another part of me that was utterly engaged in the theater of the<br />
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