A Well Lived Life

Dear William,
You called several months ago from across the country to talk with me, as many others do. The story you told moved me as many others do. But the way your story ends is different from many others and, because of this, is now etched in my memory.
You broke your back at age 16 and you were paralyzed from the neck down. I can’t remember exactly how it happened, a diving accident, skateboarding fall, car accident or a gunshot wound. And for 6 years you had been trying to conceive. I remember telling you that although you cannot move any of your limbs with purpose, remarkably enough, the part of the spinal cord responsible for the ejaculation reflex is still intact and that your fertility potential is very high. Penile vibratory stimulation or electroejaculation are techy ways in which I can routinely stimulate this reflex, much like a sneeze, and offer you the opportunity of fatherhood. Several interesting issues made your case unique but did not pose insurmountable obstacles.
I may have even mentioned that the most rewarding moments of my career have occurred while watching giggling children running around their father’s wheelchairs. The satisfaction of helping spinal cord injured men become fathers is immense and continually motivates me to help.
We had a plan to optimize you medically and then bring you out to California where the sun always shines to make your dream of fatherhood come true.
But then, just like that, it got ugly.
I will never forget the day your wife called to tell me that you were in the intensive care unit at Johns Hopkins Hospital, the worlds best, with a very serious pneumonia. So serious that it had eaten up most of your precious lungs and forced you to be on maximal life support, with little chance of making it out of the hospital.
Yet through all of this, through weeks and weeks of deteriorating health and increasing suffering, you made it crystal clear that your ultimate wish was to be a father and, through the newness of life, be remembered by those who you loved and those who loved you.
My life is now somehow different after knowing you. With your grace, will power and singularity of purpose, you have taught me something about life, and living, that I did not know before. You have clarified once again, what really matters in a well-lived life. You have reminded me of the sound that small flowers make as they open in the morning.
So, William, I salute you. And, in the words of Nobelist Thomas Mann, may you always walk on the greenest of mosses.
Your friend,