I believe the timeline was that Raven lost her contract, then caught the fake stage 4 brain cancer, which eventually was bested by alkaline heavy mineral water.

If the cost wasn't prohibitive, I would book a private with her, position her face down on the bed, pillow under her hips. Upon entry, and a couple slow strokes to make sure all the wheels were greased, I would lay on top of her, interlace my fingers in hers and spread our arms wide as I started to ride her ass. Then I would nuzzle over to her ear, and say "That's good. That's some good fake cancer pussy you're selling me, fake cancer whore." and I wold proceed to say "Fake Cancer Whore" during every thrust, as she struggled to get away and get the pepper spray from her whore bag. It would be quite the disappointment if she just started crying.