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Linda Bluestine is operating on a deadline. Yeah. In all the meetings of that word, yes.

Linda does not know when this deadline will hit. Just that it'll hit very soon.

Linda's got cancer. Her third round of it, actually. First, there was breast cancer,

then there was skin cancer. Now she's dealing with fallopian tube cancer. She calls it ovarian

cancer's evil twin. It's very rare, and it's very deadly. After some brutal chemotherapy,

death doesn't scare Linda anymore. And my imagination is that I think my death will feel like

taking off a pair of two tight shoes. Because my cancer has made my world so much smaller.

It's going to start to squeeze me, my mind, my soul, and I'm going to take these shoes off,

and then I'll be free. And so whatever I transition to and with the next door opens,

I don't have any imagination of that space, but I have an imagination that I'll look at it with

wonder and accepted. Unlike most of us, Linda is preparing to have a great deal of control

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