Instructor Jeremy secured the final piece of equipment with a clank against the green patina covered bridge. I stepped up to the launch point and looked out at the vast wilderness ahead of me. The river below us forged a path through a valley enclosed by snow-capped mountains.

Last year, cancer was winning. This year, I was in remission. It sounds cliche, but I beat death and I wouldn’t waste it. Was I terrified of bungee jumping off this scenic bridge? Yes. Instead of considering reasons to step back from the ledge, I leapt.

Wind whipped through my hair and my stomach found itself in my throat. I screamed from a mix of exhilaration and terror. Just when I thought my cord wouldn’t catch my fall, I bounced flawlessly.

I did it!