"Everything" is not a realistic option because I keep making new things. If you waited until I was done, I'd either be dead or my house would full. Or possibly both, with me being crushed under stacks of shelter blankets just as one of the Collyer brothers was crushed under a landslide of his hoarded newspapers.
There's certainly a goodly stack of stuff as it is. The diabetic supplies are in a box that's roughly a two-foot block, I have three ziplocks worth of medicine bottles, two or three bags stuffed with more plastic bags, in addition to a few towels and the stuff I knit or crocheted for the animals.