The One Where Deanna’s Boobs Tried to Kill Her

She’s your best friend, if you’ve met her.

Shes a whole lot of sunshine. It’s actually kind of annoying, because if she adopts you as her friend, well then….it’s been decided. And you’re that much better for it.

Deanna is the friend that you can talk trash about puppies with. You can tell her than you want to drop kick your own kids off a cliff and she will nod, making you feel like you’re never alone. Now, you might go to jail, but she will definitely come visit and she will DEFINITELY talk trash about the guards when she gets there. She’s your ride or die. She’s my ride or die. And if she isn’t YOUR ride or die, it’s only because you haven’t met her.

So this chick…I’m serious. She does breast checks in the shower. What the what? Let this be a lesson to you. NEVER DO THAT.

(I don’t do that, and look who got breast cancer. Hint- not me.)

Deanna caught her own cancer like a bad ass. And fought it off like a ninja. She went through chemo, surgery, radiation. She made us all cry secretly, while holding her head up high. She did some really gross stuff guys. I personally learned a lot about chemo as I watched her struggle. But also, something about her makes you rise up to meet her strength. She’s not wallowing. She’s in a battle. She’s laughing. And not in a creepy way. It’s like…..Dee just does life better than you and she will wait as you wipe your tears and climb up to her. She always waits. It always feels like love.

Anyway she won. It was awesome. We were all so relieved. I was excited for her to not crap her pants anymore.

And that’s the end of the story, except that it isn’t. Because (insert a lot of medical stuff here…) that cancer spread on the down low. While we celebrated, some stuff didn’t make sense. And lo and behold, several tumors were found in her lungs. And now it’s terminal.

Our BFF will live with cancer until she doesn’t. And she’s opted to not do chemo, as her quality of life is her priority. (She’s crapped and barfed enough, guys.)

Luckily, she’s got a great husband and two wonderful daughters by marriage. She has fought off worry, fought off offers for fundraisers, and it is only now that she is coming to terms that perhaps the medical expenses that accompany terminal cancer might be too much to bear.

So this fundraiser is for Deanna’s heart. Your money won’t be saving her life, but it will offer her some rest in knowing that her beloved family won’t be crushed under the weight of astronomical medical costs. It will help her quality of life for the rest of her life.

Which honestly, could be like 20 years or whatever. I mean, we could all die before her. I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and she would be just fine. And if I do, Dee, rude that you didn’t make a fundraiser for me too.

But anyway. Let’s come together and help Deanna live the rest of her life with peace and joy and dignity. If you would, please consider supporting her.

We love you Deanna Hasan.