Thought you might like to read this lovely article by a friend of mine, someone whom I used to work with, who lost her beloved husband to cancer a few years ago. I knew Will too - he was my boss for a couple of years and he was a fantastic guy with everything to live for. His death pre-dated my diagnosis, and I was only starting to have symptomswhen he died, but when diagnosed I would think about Will and another person I knew, a coaching client, who had also died unexpectedly aged 43. Thinking of Will and Donna helped me stop feeling sorry for myself as I realised that things could be worse. Mary writes movingly about her relationship with her stepdaughter which might resonate with anyone who has stepchildren.