  | Book Details Title: I’ve Seen the End of You: A Neurosurgeon’s Look at Faith, Doubt, and the Things We Think We Know |
Book DescriptionReview “Dr. Lee Warren has a rarified vantage point, for he makes a living by entering the most secluded—and most sacred—part of a person: the human brain. The patients in this book have stories worthy of a novel, and Dr. Warren does them justice, describing their medical crises in gripping prose while also facing the questions that emerge to test his faith.”—Philip Yancey, author of such books as What’s So Amazing About Grace? and The Jesus I Never Knew “Is this book worth your time? A few questions will help you decide: Do you appreciate fine writing? Are you willing to have your faith stirred? Would you like to eavesdrop on the thoughts of a brilliant surgeon? Could you benefit from some warm, vibrant, incisive contemplations about this difficult, untidy, wonderful thing called human life? If you answered yes to any or all of these, you are holding the right book. Enjoy it. I certainly did.”—Max Lucado, pastor and best-selling inspirational author “In beautiful, haunting, powerful prose, I’ve Seen the End of You will inspire you, make you cry, and ultimately help you see God and suffering in a new way.”—Daniel G. Amen, MD, physician, psychiatrist, best-selling author, and founder of Amen Clinics “With the death rate still at 100 percent, we all will face hard conversations and experiences with ones we love. The pain will always come. But having someone who can explain the pain—physical, emotional, and spiritual—from the inside is invaluable. I’ve Seen the End of You gives us that kind of help. It’s a difficult read at times because of Lee’s honest wrestling with the questions we face at these moments—which is why we can trust him as a guide. He even helps us with the tough conversations with God because he’s been there too. As a hospital chaplain who has conversations every day like the ones Lee describes, I’m grateful for what this book teaches me and those of us who face death daily.”—Dr. Jon Swanson, chaplain at Parkview Regional Medical Center “As I lay nearly lifeless on a gurney in early April 2005 in Balad, Iraq, God used Dr. Warren’s expertise, tenderness, encouragement, grace, and love to save my life. And now, in this book, Dr. Warren’s words are not only encouraging but also thought provoking as he helps us all understand our individual purpose on this amazing journey of life. I urge everyone to read I’ve Seen the End of You because your life will be forever changed.”—Scotty Smiley, author of Hope Unseen and CEO of Bellator Asset Management “Dr. Lee Warren’s book is so well written that it will be hard to put down. It will challenge you and encourage you to live life to the fullest, never doubting that we have a great Creator who has a remarkable purpose for us all. A must-read!”—Tiffany Smiley, president of Hope Unseen, founder of More Than Me, and advocate for veterans and caregivers Read more About the Author W. LEE WARREN, M.D. is a brain surgeon, inventor, Iraq War veteran, and writer. His most recent book, No Place to Hide, was named to the 2015 U.S. Air Force Chief of Staff’s Recommended Reading List. Dr. Warren has appeared on The 700 Club, the CBS Evening News, and his writings have been featured in Guideposts magazine. He plays the guitar and loves to make connections between faith, science, and the realities of life. Dr. Warren lives in Wyoming with his wife, Lisa. Read more Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1RiptideIf you have questions, ask away. Just be prepared when God answers.—Craig Groeschel, Hope in the DarkRosemary Beach, FloridaSummer 2007“Don’t get so far out!” I yelled over the wind and the crashing surf. The kids were playing in the waves, laughing and grinning and dunking one another, their heads popping out of the water and going back under like fishermen’s bobbers.The day had been almost magical. For a blended family like ours, getting everyone together in the same place at the same time was something of a miracle in itself. Lisa and I sat on the beach, soaking in the sun and the love and the togetherness we so needed.Our older son, Josh, was twenty-two and about to move from Alabama back to San Antonio to work for his dad. Caity was eighteen and head over heels for my scrub tech and Iraq War colleague, Nate, who had come to work for us after the war and had tried for years to resist falling for his employers’ daughter, to no avail.Kimber was fifteen and lived in a nearby town with her mother, along with thirteen-year-old Mitch and our youngest daughter, Kalyn, who was ten.Our family was a beautiful blended mess, but it was our family, and having everyone at the beach together meant the world to us.When God brought Lisa into my life, “her” kids (Josh and Caity) and “my” kids (Kimber, Mitch, and Kalyn) instantly became “our” kids—they even said vows to one another at our wedding. But as the years went by and everyone got older, we knew schedules and jobs and weddings would make days like these even rarer and more special.An hour earlier Lisa’s dad, Dennis, had baptized Nate in the ocean. All of us stood in the waist-deep water and held hands while Dennis led us in prayer and thanked God for the day and the sun and the love swirling in the waves around us. Nate had never been baptized, and he’d asked Dennis, whom the kids have all called Tata since Josh’s first attempt as a baby to say “Grandpa,” whether he would do it.Nate confessed his belief in Jesus, Tata dunked him under the water, and we sang hymns in the Gulf of Mexico.A few miles offshore a storm was pushing bigger and bigger waves to the beach. It made the bodysurfing a lot of fun, but at the same time the rough water brought seaweed and countless jellyfish with it. Josh and Mitch were the first to realize this, and they both came screaming out of the water with jellies in their shorts. We all laughed and cringed simultaneously.And now, as the sun began its brilliant dive into the western sky and our memory-filled day was drawing to a close, I noticed that Mitch was getting farther and farther from where the other kids still splashed.“Come back in!” I called as loudly as I could. Mitch didn’t seem to hear. He just waved and dove back under the surf.I stepped out into the water and felt the undercurrent picking up with each departing surge.Mitch wasn’t a strong swimmer, and I knew he was too far out to be safe. I waded into the surf to get him, but when Josh heard me call, he noticed his little brother and swam out and brought Mitch in.Josh and Mitch came bounding out of the ocean together, laughing and smiling with their arms around each other. Lisa snapped a couple of pictures of them, which are still in a frame on Josh’s desk to this day.I can see that scene in my mind’s eye now, a decade later. That’s what our family does: we swim out to help one another. From the moment Lisa and I decided to blend our two families into one, it’s been all in for all of us. The kids never called one another “step” siblings. It’s been a beautiful, healing experience to see God turn two hurting groups into one whole tribe.The rest of the family went back up the hill to the house we were renting, and Lisa and I stayed on the beach for a while to enjoy the sunset. We held hands and talked about how faith and family and days like this were so important.As darkness sneaked over the horizon, marking the end of a day I was thankful for even as I mourned its conclusion, we walked back to the house together.In my mind that night, I replayed the pictures of our five kids in the same frame. I could see their smiles, hear their voices, and feel the love and emotion during Nate’s baptism and our special time together. The next morning we would be returning to Auburn, Alabama, and I knew that within a few days our vacation would slip into memory as we got back to work. Lisa ran our practice, and the business of solo-practice neurosurgery gave both of us more work to do than we’d ever imagined.My last thoughts before I slept that night took me back to the kids in the surf. I could see them playing, see the waves getting rougher and the hidden dangers like jellyfish and riptides lurking around them, see Mitch getting pulled away by the tide and Josh going to help him. Lisa and I talked about how hard it was to not have all of them with us every day and how much we wished it could be different.When they were younger, I could wrap my arms around all of them, pull them out of trouble, keep them safe. Now they were moving and growing and spreading out all over the place: Josh heading to San Antonio, Caity going back home with us, and Kimber, Mitch, and Kalyn leaving for their mom’s house an hour from Auburn. It would be a while before we were all together again.How was I supposed to keep them all safe from the riptides of time, growth, and change?While I was growing up, my parents gave me a simple faith. They taught me to trust that God would take care of us and make everything work out all right. We weren’t naive to the troubles of the world, but we believed that they were all part of a plan and that we could trust in God’s provision in the future because he’d never failed us in the past. I’d applied that same philosophy to raising my own kids, trying to give each of them the peace of mind that comes when faith becomes real in your life.But teaching your kids something is one thing. When you turn off the lights at night and it’s just you and your thoughts, how real is it?We were about to spread across the country, go back to our daily lives, be distant from one another. Josh wouldn’t be close by to swim out for Mitch anymore, Caity and Kimber would no longer share a room, and Kalyn wouldn’t be right down the hall every night as she’d been all week in the beach house.But God had always been there before, no matter how stormy life had been through times of war, divorce, and stress.In the darkness I reached over and took Lisa’s hand. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”“Yes, it will,” she said.I believed it—then. Read more Customers Review: Have you ever read a book that impacted you so much that it took a few days to digest after you were through reading it? That is how Dr. W. Lee Warren’s “I Have Seen the Last of You” affected me. While I found it an emotional read at times, every instance of doubt and each heart-rending memory is countered by a story of hope. Warren takes the reader through the journey of his life as a Christian neurosurgeon. He shares just enough about his profession for you to realize he is utterly brilliant at what he does but he is also able to explain the intricacies of the brain in a straightforward manner that does not lose the non-medical reader. In addition, great quotes, a sense of humor and top-notch editing make for a smooth and satisfying read.Though a man of faith, Dr. Warren has struggled with said faith at times due to the constant devastation wrought by the terminal brain tumors he witnesses in his practice. Do not despair, because Warren has been fortunate to have the right people in his life at the right time to help him through and a consolidation of their insights has shown him a different path.If you or a loved one is facing an insurmountable health issue or if life has been one beat down after another there is something positive here for you. If you feel drained of all energy and emotion and feel like you cannot take another step, this book will touch you as it tells the stories of others who have been where you are and how their personal perspectives made all the difference in their circumstances. Warren recounts his own moments of weakness and the pain of his personal experiences in order to share how he learned to see things through a different lens. The key to God’s peace and a faith-based hope is right in front of us if we know which lens to look through and if we are using the right map.I did not receive a free copy of this book. I paid for it and would purchase it again. Kudos, W. Lee Warren! | |
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