Since I am heading out of town early this morning, I am going to be lazy with today's blog post. I read this article in the Sunday Parade magazine and thought it was well worth a read for everyone else that may not have seen it. I have someone close to me who's husband is dying from pancreatic cancer, so I am posting this in her honor...
====================================================My Last Lecture
At many colleges, professors are asked to give a “last lecture.” In this talk, they ruminate on what matters most to them. As they speak, audiences mull the same question: What wisdom would you impart to the world if you knew it was your last chance?
Last year, I agreed to give a last lecture at Carnegie Mellon University, where I’m a professor in the computer science department. A few weeks later, I learned that I had only months to live—I was dying of pancreatic cancer.
I knew I could cancel. I have three young children, I’m married to Jai, the woman of my dreams, and there were so many things to be done. But by speaking, I knew I could put myself in a bottle that would one day wash up on the beach for my children, Dylan, Logan and Chloe. Here’s what I want to share.