The title is from a well-known John Donne poem.
Author's son dies of a brain tumor after a 15-month illness. The son is very bright. The parents are very devoted. They pursue all sorts of medical angles (they have money and connections and use them).
Very solemn topic and this was universally considered well-written. But I didn't get into it. Maybe because it's kind of an uncomfortable thing and the kid seemed too-good-to-be-true? Not sure.
I think perhaps the novelists are more captivating with this (easy example the death of the Proust narrator's grandmother).
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