We announce the passing

We announce the passing

“I brought my daughter into the world and took her out of it.” As I held Deborah’s hand during her final moments, a mix of sadness and relief overcame me—my vibrant daughter, who fought a brave battle with bowel cancer, was finally free from pain.

Despite being a mother of three, losing Deborah, who passed away at 40 after a five-and-a-half-year struggle, has been incredibly hard, especially for her 16-year-old and 14-year-old children, Hugo and Eloise.

Deborah, diagnosed with stage 4 bowel cancer at 35, made a significant impact through her Bowelbabe blog and advocacy for cancer awareness. Her legacy, marked by her relentless spirit and passion for life, continues to inspire us as we honor her memory and navigate our grief, cherishing every moment as she taught us to do.

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