Support Devan's Fight Against Breast Cancer

Hello, my name is Devan. I live in Findlay, with my family-Jon, Noah, and Genesis. I have 2 fluffy cats-Talouse and Avery, and of course my pug, Cheerio! I work at Blanchard Valley Hospital, going on 9 years! I actually started my career at BVH at the very same cancer center, that I have now found myself becoming a patient of. I never thought I would be here. At 33 years old, with two wonderful children who need me, I never imagined that I would be facing the hardest fight of my life—breast cancer.

Triple negative invasive ductal carcinoma.

Hearing those words shattered my world. My first thoughts weren’t even about myself, but about my children. How would this affect them? How would I get through months of treatment and still be the mother they deserve? How would I survive this, not just physically but emotionally and financially?

The truth is this fight is longer and harder than I ever expected. I have five months of chemotherapy ahead of me, followed by surgery. The treatment is lengthy, exhausting, and completely life-altering. On top of battling for my health, I’m also battling to keep my life together for my children—to keep a roof over our heads, to make sure they feel safe, and to give them as much normalcy as possible in a situation that is anything but normal.

Over the years, I’ve contributed to so many fundraisers, always wanting to help others in their hardest moments. But now, I find myself on the other side—humbled, vulnerable, uncomfortable, and, honestly, embarrassed.

But I’ve realized that I can’t do this alone.

Each day brings new challenges, new fears, but also new hope.

Hope, because I know I am not alone.

The support I’ve received has given me something that medicine alone cannot—a reason to keep fighting. It tells me and every other person facing this battle with me that we matter, that our fight isn’t in vain, and that there is a community standing behind us, believing in our strength even when we feel weak.

I’ve seen firsthand how support, can change a life. Knowing there are others out there that believe my life is worth preserving, means so much. That's what your support does.

It means everything. Far more than I ever would have expected. It took a lot of humbling on my end through prayer and talking with God, to get to the point of acceptance. I realized, the loss of control is what made the idea of receiving so uncomfortable.

I’ve always believed in the goodness of people. And now, I have to rely on that same goodness.

If you’ve ever wondered how you can help—this is how. Your support, whether through a donation, sharing my story, or simply sending love and prayers, makes all the difference. It helps ensure that while I’m fighting this disease, my children still have the stability they deserve. It gives me the ability to focus on healing instead of the overwhelming fear of how I’ll keep our lives intact through it all. It’s not just about the financial burden, though that is real and overwhelming. It’s about knowing that there are people out there who believe in me, who want to see me get through this, who remind me that I’m not alone.

I am fighting with everything I have—not just for myself, but for my children. And with your help, I know I can make it through this.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being part of my fight. I love you all dearly, from one human to the next.