Looking at the attractive brunette, I sank onto the sofa and began reading her story with interest. It was the first time I’d come across Deborah James, aka Bowel Babe. She was in her late 30s, was into fashion and loved running, just like me.
For the first time in weeks, I suddenly didn’t feel quite so isolated – or as terrified. Because, just like Deborah, I also had bowel cancer.
‘Look, she’s had 10 operations,’ my friend, who was reading the article over my shoulder, pointed out.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of determination. If Deborah could have 10 operations, I could get through one.
My diagnosis came out of nowhere, knocking me off my feet. For years, I’d had a sensitive stomach. I believed that the diarrhoea and…
