Mine doesn't work. Chances are, if you're reading this, yours doesn't work either. Or you know someone with a broken one.
It's the reason I have an invisible illness. It's also a particularly nasty place to get cancer.
My dad died a year ago today. I still miss him, always. It's weird--I didn't feel terribly sad today, I was able to make it through. Sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday, sometimes it feels like it's been years since I've seen him. Now I find it almost fascinatingly odd that Patrick Swayze has passed away today from the exact same thing.
Pancreases are tricky little things, aren't they? No wonder they don't get any respect until something goes horribly awry.