For the third summer in a row, I attended one of First Descents whitewater kayaking camps for young adult cancer survivors in Montana. This year, as in the past, I came close to canceling the trip. I won’t pretend that the last year has been easy. I have had some incredibly great opportunities, along with huge losses, and a hectic schedule. As I waded through grief over the winter, the application process opened up for First Descents camps and I applied. A few months later I bought a non-refundable plane ticket, knowing that I might later feel the urge to stay home. As the date for camp drew nearer, I wondered why I was going for a third year. I am two years out of chemotherapy, busy with work and an all-consuming equestrian hobby. But I have also felt constantly pulled in a million different directions over the past few months. I’m sure you all know that feeling, the to-do list keeps getting longer, but there is only so much of yourself to go around. In trying to keep up with