Health Travels & Exploring

Mountains, laughter and cancer, oh my!

Nestled in the Bitterroot Mountains, there is a magical, inviting place called Camp Māk-A-Dream. It’s not like other ordinary camps; it’s rather a very wonderful camp.


The organization’s mission is to provide a medically supervised, cost-free Montana experience, in an intimate community setting, for children, young adults and families affected by cancer. They accomplish that and more.


The entrance to the camp, located in Gold Creek, Montana


 The camp was founded in 1991 by Sylvia and Harry Granader who donated 87 acres of their Montana ranch. The first camp was offered in 1995 and since then hundreds of children, teens and young adults visit each year. Harry died in 2006 but his dream very much lives on. (A fun fact about Sylvia – she was a member of the Women Airforce Service Pilots during WWII and received a Congressional Gold Medal! She is kind and thoughtful, and continues to be one of my role models.)


I first attended Camp Māk-A-Dream when I was 23 years old, not long out of treatment for bone cancer. The idea of attending the Young Adult Conference (YAC) appealed to me since I was treated in pediatrics and my roommates were often teens or younger. Despite the wonderful support I received from my family, friends and even doctors and nurses, I still felt oddly out of place in my own life. I struggled with balancing being a cancer survivor with desperately wanting a “normal young adult life” even though I had no idea what that meant anymore.


So I headed to Montana….and fell in love. With the mountains, the blue skies, the laughter heard throughout the campus, the hugs and, mostly, the understanding of 60 other young adult cancer survivors.


Camp Māk-A-Dream welcomes children, teens and young adults in or out of treatment for any type of cancer. They also offer a camp for siblings of cancer survivors or who have lost a brother, sister or parent with cancer. Each camp session is age-specific and typically one-week. There is no cost for anyone to attend the camp. Seriously – food, lodging, entertainment/activities are all paid for (so consider making a donation please). Campers just need to find their own way to Montana (granted this can be costly; travel scholarships are sometimes available).



Goofiness often ensues at camp - dressing up for a dinner/dance (2001)


The camp itself sits on rolling land, surrounded by mountains. There are four cabins, a handicap-accessible pool, archery range, ropes course, miniature golf, art barn and main lodge, which offers a recreation room and dining hall where everyone eats as a group. Since campers can attend in treatment, the facilities are modern, clean and accessible by all. Doctors, nurses and camp staff are available at all times.


I loved the experience, campus and even Montana enough to return several more times and commit myself to always supporting this organization. I returned the following year to the YAC. Then I accepted the opportunity to fly around the country speaking about camp at events for the National Auto Body Council, who committed to raise $500,000 for the camp to build a new state of the art medical facility. I was inspired and honored. The following year, I joined the board for the Michigan Chapter of Camp Māk-A-Dream and even worked for the chapter. Our goal was to recruit campers and raise funds to fly those campers to Montana for the experience of a lifetime. I was incredibly flattered and beyond excited to be invited to serve on the planning committee for their first Young Adult Survivors Conference. A few years ago, I chaperoned a group of children (ages 6-13) to the camp so they could attend the Kids Camp. I share all this to demonstrate how much I believe in this organization’s mission.


Harry Granader, the founder of the camp, was loved by all. (2001)


 I made friendships and connections with people at Camp Māk-A-Dream that I know will carry through my lifetime. We may not talk weekly or see each other for years since we’re spread across the U.S., however, I know these people will always be there should I need something. They will always understand the anxiety and emotions surrounding cancer that you can only push way below the surface but will never fully go away, no matter how long you’re out of treatment. They will always understand the tinge of survivors’ guilt you feel when you hear someone relapsed or died. They will always understand the small instant connection you feel with someone else who shares the title “cancer survivor.”


There are several friends I made at camp that are no longer with us. I will always miss Sarah’s laughter and quirky attitude, Brian’s adventurous spirit and Mickie’s kind heart and hugs. They will forever be a part of my memories and smiles when I think of camp.


I often tell people that Camp Māk-A-Dream healed my soul. No, the organization doesn’t claim to heal anything, yet it was exactly the place I needed, exactly the people I needed to meet. It gave me an opportunity to step back from the craziness of life and focus on moving forward as a survivor. It was almost as if I needed someone’s permission to focus on myself, my emotions and needs for that week.  I discovered what it meant to embrace being a cancer survivor.  It is a place I will forever hold dear in my heart.

6 thoughts on “Mountains, laughter and cancer, oh my!

  1. Hi Heather! I found your blog via the Detroit Bloggers Facebook page. I saw that you linked to Camp Mak-A-Dream, and found this post. My mom volunteered there for a week this summer (I drove her there from Michigan), and it was a really awesome experience for her. It looked like a beautiful place, I’m glad you enjoyed your time there.

    1. What a small world, Alysia! I’m so glad that your mom enjoyed her volunteer experience at the camp. It’s such a wonderful place and makes an amazing impact on participants. I’m sure I’ll be involved for years to come!

  2. Heather, what a wonderful tribute to the “best place on earth”. I remember Mickie saying that 🙂 Camp is truly the greatest place I’ve ever been. To feel accepted, understood, and not felt sorry for because I was “bald” was just what I needed at that time in my life. I wish I could have gone the second time around, but when I felt alone and sad, I always thought of our memories at YAC to life my spirits. Just knowing you are in my life, gives me the peace I need to continue to move on, so thank you. Much love and hugs….Andrea

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