We stand and paddle and surf and climb and thrive together now not because of cancer, but because of First Descents.
Cancer can come a-knockin’ all it wants. It can yell and scream and throw fits and take limbs and memories. Shake its catheters and chemo in our faces. But in this family, it’ll get nowhere.
Because the roar of the river, the silence of the summit, the clash of the surf and the war cries of this tribe will always win.