I think about my disease every. single. day. I worry about my kids, and my wife. I don't want to be a burden to them, and I don't want my kids to have this horrible disease passed to them (there's a genetic factor). I worry about my future. When the pain is bad I have a hard time working (typing, using the mouse, sitting etc.) which has me thinking about what happens when I can't work at all.
I could write a novel, but I just wanted to say that in a nutshell ... life goes on. I now have a greater sense of empathy for others dealing with pain, and also realize that even your loved ones can't fully understand your pain - it's yours, and yours alone to bear.