He has terminal liver cancer. But he's still thinking and feeling and sharing his wisdom.
From his essay in the NY Times:
Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts. This does not mean I am finished with life.
On the contrary, I feel intensely alive, and I want and hope in the time that remains to deepen my friendships, to say farewell to those I love, to write more, to travel if I have the strength, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.
This will involve audacity, clarity and plain speaking; trying to straighten my accounts with the world. But there will be time, too, for some fun (and even some silliness, as well).
Oliver Sacks has long been one of my heroes. And he is certainly facing death heroically. Which doesn't mean he doesn't have nights when he cries.
Dr. Sacks, you are a mensch. Your memory will be a blessing.