Deborah’s fingers went cold in my hand as her breathing faded, and in that moment I knew: I had brought my daughter into this world… and I had just watched her leave it. Grief crashed through me, tangled with a guilty, aching relief that her agony was finally over. For five and a half years, bowel cancer ravaged her vibrant body, stealing her laughter, her energy, her future. She was only 40. A mother of two beautiful teenagers, Hugo and Eloise, who still needed her more than they could ever say. I had no words to give them, only arms to hold them as their world shattered. Because how do you explain to a 16-year-old and a 14-year-old that their mother’s brave fight is over, that love wasn’t enough to sav… Continues…