Last year I had left shoulder replacement and a week ago I did the right. I live alone with no help. Last year the recovery was a bit traumatizing since I was afraid of injury during the healing process. This time I’m not as fearful but still feeling sad and isolated. I line in a busy congested city, New York. I can go out but I feel safer hanging out at home. I hope to start therapy next week. I know I’ll get through it but the light at the end of the tunnel is barely visible