One of the things I have learned about myself in the past couple of years is that I enjoy the odd little sub genre of medical memoirs. I had never before read one by an intensivist, I.e. a doctor who specializes in intensive care medicine. The intensive care unit is where the most seriously ill patients are admitted and consequently, I would think one of the services with the highest death rate. I didn’t look up the statistics, but that seems logical.
Since the pandemic, I’ve thought a lot about death. It seemed that every week someone I knew died, often more than one “someone,” and that went on for months. For most of human history, that would not be unusual. But in the early decades of the 21st-century, our relationship — at least for privileged developed countries like my own US — with Death had grown a bit distant.
The title refers to the seven functions of a living being. Dr Abbey states: All of the things that we call ‘living’ share, at the most basic level, this collection of traits: movement, respiration, sensitivity to their surroundings, growth, reproduction, processes of excretion and the utilisation of nutrition. However, Dr Abbey’s title has a dual meaning as shown by the 7 chapter titles: Fear, Grief, Joy, Distraction, Anger, Disgust, Hope; all common human emotions that Dr Abbey relates to through herself and her patients. This is the framework for her stories.
4 stars.