I too take hours to get my "metabolism" revved in the morning. Someone wondered why I couldn't got to a 9 o'clock church service, and I said, it just takes too long to get ready at my age. No use trying to bring the "illness" part into it, old age can be the excuse.
I also understand regret at not having been able to do what I would like for my family, let alone what I really needed to do for them. Even though my parents were hostile to me and told my son lies, I had to let him stay with them when I was at my sickest, as when I was in the hospital for a month. I had to just put my son in God's hands even if he went into hostile territory. I complain how he "came out" sometimes, but I am realizing more and more that he came out WAY better than what could have been expected! He has a good job, takes excellent care of his family, and even is ready to take care of me if I collapse, I believe. He has a sense of moral value that not every man has. Thank God!
I so regret that my illness was a burden to my husband, but perhaps God wanted him to have this burden to grow into the saintly person he was...that sounds pompous, he already was a good man when I met him. Anyway, I am feeling better now about having done as well as I could, and perhaps to have fulfilled my purpose in life.