Last night I lay in bed and imagined my life before me. And it stretched wide and far—a great space in my imagination. Clear, the faint blue of of a pale robin’s egg or the edge of evening.
I got this feeling that it is not over. I got this feeling that like a child pushed on a swing, I shall travel up and out. That I will keep moving. That I am not done.
xo
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 
I certainly pray you are not done, he is not ready for you yet and too many of us need your grace here💖
Linnea, Most certainly❤️✊🏼
Yes! Right!
Love the picture as well as your sentiments. Thinking of you.
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This post makes my heart happy!
Xx
Your heart and spirit are much larger than life. You continue to be an inspiration ❤️
Dear Lovely Linnea, I haven’t met you but I love reading your cancer chronicle,you are absolutely inspirational . It is a year in Dec since my diagnosis with stage 4 NSCLC which later transformed into SCLC. Hope to meet you in person sometimes soon.