Death of family member / loved one?

I've always felt that my hypochondria has it's roots in the death of my mother (who died when I was 10).

I remember accompanying her to the doctor when I was very young, I remember the many drugs in the cabinet and the urine samples in the refrigerator, and I painfully remember, to this day, the look in her eye when I last saw her. It was in an emergency room, when the doctors had rushed my father, my brother, and myself in to say good-bye while we still could. She looked so helpless that I still weep when I think about it some fifteen years later.

I've wondered since then if there were other hypochondriacs who've had a similar experience. Has anyone else lost a significant other at an early age? Or has anyone developed hyopchondriasis, at any age, following the illness and / or death of a family member or loved one?

Thanks in advance for replying. I know it's not a pleasant thing to dwell on, but maybe your story could provide some insight, or at least some support, to the rest of us.

I can relate to you 100%.
When I was 14, I lost a 10 year old cousin to lymphoma. It was horrible. I did not know at that time that kids could get cancer. I was there when my aunt heard about the diagnosis. I can still remember her sobbing. I can still picture my cousin really ill, looking very bad....I did not talk much about his death until I was around 18 or so. I think that keeping things bottled in triggered my hypochondria
Ever since, I think that I have a cancer at least once a month. I am 29 now and a mother of a 3 year old. I am also really concerned about my son's health as well.
For Ex, yesterday, he woke up with dried lips so he had some blood on his gums ( coming from the lip). I did not think about it much. Then he went outside with his dad fot 3 hours. he ran, rode his bike, went to the playground. The air was really dry and pretty cold. When he came ome, he has blood in his nose.
At that point, I said to myself: that's it, the kid has leukemia.
I called my mom and she calmed me down.
Later in the evening, he went to the bathroom for his B.M and when he was done, he called me so I can clean him up and guess what I flound: Blood on the toilet paper. I immediately thought again of Leukemia. It turned out to be that the kid was constipated and had a fissure.
My biggest concern is to transmit my anxieties to my son.
Hypochondria is very hard to deal with.

I think i always had a propensity towards hypochondria, but particularly after my mothers death from cancer at 48 years old, thats when it really got out of control. The weird thing is, i wirk in a psych hospital, and i have rarely encountered patients with the same disease. i am not sure what that means, but i dont know many people like me.