There's also a loss of identity. You probably thought of yourself as the fit guy at the gym with an active love life, and that's been taken away from you. I was a private pilot and small-plane owner for 19 years. and while I still have my license, I can't use it without a current medical (they told me they're never likely to approve one again).

These are real losses, and it takes time to grieve for them — for months. I cried every time something reminded me of the plane. But (to use a flying metaphor) you can eventually break out above the clouds into the sunshine.