One year ago today I lost my husband to pancreatic cancer. At the time that was my worst fear. Now I worry about losing my kids and grandkids...I just don't think I could handle it. Of course, I said the same thing about my hubby---even told my kids half-jokingly that they would have to drop me off at the psych hospital on the way home from the funeral. That didn't happen, so I must be stronger than I gave myself credit for.