These outward displays of strength and grit are aptly called "ninjuries," and are worn as a badge of honor!
I call it the shakeys. My Dad has it, too. He never bothered naming it or getting diagnosed with it, and I was almost 40 before I stumbled on a magazine ad (in a March issue, of course) which made me say, loudly and out loud, "That's it!" in the waiting room of a doctor's office, the only place I ever read magazines.
Taking a few pills a day are hardly irritating. Even though I live around my meds. I read about people with real problems and I am humbled each day. I am in stage one of early onset Parkinson's disease.
Millions of people are incurably ill, and yet we do not join together. Separately, we cannot insist on greater funding; we cannot not demand that existing funds be used more efficiently, to speed up the discovery of cures.