My husband and his brother both have diverticulitis. It is very hard to change ones eating habits, but DH has tried and so far it's worked. He uses George Forman grill in truck and has learned to eat vegetables which he steams in bags in radar. He changed to whole grain bread. It has helped him. He changed his beloved eggs and bacon to grain cereals. His brother and God only knows could not even be the reason. He is a bachelor, his diet consists mainly of hamburgers or a piece of meat fried in skillet. He has had to have a big portion of colon whacked out and bag. He had so much infection that they had to leave his stomach open to heal. He spent months in the hospital. My DH keeps telling him that at first you hate the change but now he prefers eating what he does.
I'm like your husband when I had to retire this winter and couldn't see right even to watch TV, I became so depressed I thought about ending it and I don't believe that way. I also have insurance that pays 60% of my wages till full retirement, we could make it ok with me not working and with out the insurance, but who wants to. Finally they were able to fix glasses so I can see of a distance and arms length good,(only God knows how long) but doubt they can ever fix up close. I thought maybe I could go back to work, but was informed (never) I'm to big of insurance risk.) Thought about doing something else, but with this disease like MS you don't have a clue if tomorrow stays the same or gets worse over night. The institute of blind showed me a computer program that talks and you can change things to see better. The gardens, the peas, and the pea people have helped me so much. The institute of the blind is teaching me to use feel more to do the things I can't see good. Unbelievable you get kind of use to seeing things in a blur also. Simple little things help so much. I've never worked a 40 hour job, always close to 60, to doing nothing was a big change. I worry about this winter as I won't be able to get out the kids will have to do all the chores. We are working on things I can do by feel to keep me busy. I just pray I never go back to that dark depressing hole again. I have to learn to accept what will be, will be and learn to change with it instead of feeling sorry for myself, which doesn't do any good.