One of the features of my husband's life that neither of us was looking forward to was the routine required by insulin-dependent diabetes. He'd received the diagnosis when he went into the hospital.
It wasn't a huge surprise; he did weigh 334 pounds and was pretty sedentary and had an issue with food addiction. But neither of us were looking forward to that routine and the real worry was cost. Medicare might pay for testing supplies, but the insulin was our problem, and it was expensive. What would we do between the time he got out and when we got the disability?
I shoved this resolutely away; at that point, he was looking at open-heart surgery, and time enough to worry when they talked about sending him home.