When breath dissolves into air Sometimes fate doesn't care that you're a doctor

Pol Kalaniti - talantlivyj vrach-nejrokhirurg, i on s takim zhe uspekhom mog by stat' talantlivym pisatelem. Vy derzhite v rukakh ego edinstvennuyu knigu. Bolee desyati let on uchilsya na nejrokhirurga i vsego poltora goda otdelyali ego ot togo, chtoby stat' professorom. On uzhe poluchal khoroshie predlozheniya raboty, u nego byla molodaya zhena i sovsem chut'-chut' ostavalos' do togo, kak oni nakonets-to nachnut nastoyaschuyu zhizn', kotoruyu stol'ko let otkladyvali na potom. Polu bylo vsego 36 let, kogda smert', s kotoroj on borolsya v operatsionnoj, postuchalas' k nemu samomu. Diagnoz – rak legkikh, chetvertaya stadiya – vmig perecherknul vsego ego plany. Kto, kak ne sam vrach, luchshe vsego ponimaet, chto zhdet bol'nogo s takim diagnozom? Pol ne opustil ruki, on nachal zhit'! On mnogo vremeni provodil s sem'ej, oni s zhenoj rodili prekrasnuyu dochku Kedi, realizovalas' mechta vsej ego zhizni – on nachal pisat' knigu, i on stal professorom nejrokhirurgii.