‘I hoped my intimate relationship with death, beginning with the death of my father, through the deaths of so many of the patients I cared for, would somehow lessen the fear, allow me to face the unknown with the sense that others I had known had passed before me, and all I knew would go after. The unknown would then be understood not as a terror but as a comfort, because it held within it the possibility that I would be reunited with those I loved who were gone, in some form and in some dimension, and that I might be linked, like my father, through memory with those I would leave behind.’

“That is Dr. Jerome Groopman, one of America’s best AIDS researchers, in The Measure of Our Days. The book tells the stories of eight patients sentenced to death by AIDS and cancer. But it is even better as an instruction manual: how to live, how to die. While the rest of the country is hypnotized by the morons on cable TV, you could do a good thing for yourself and your loved ones–you could read this book.” (Beliefnet)