The text came on a sunny Friday morning while my dog was walking in the park last month. “Hello, Alice. I have a favor to ask for. This is heartbreaking and I’m having the most horrible week of my life. Now I’ve only been given a few weeks at most of my life. Maybe it’s not your cup of tea, but I want to do one last interview that will be published in my last days. I’m not sure how to understand it. It already seems like a ghost to me. “
I first met “Bowelbabe,” Deborah James, after she was diagnosed with stage 4 incurable bowel cancer in 2016 and thought she had months left to live. Over the next few years, I interviewed her five times,