You all sound young to me. Next month I will be 88 - and after the most dreadful year of my life I am still here. I lost my husband of 59 years and then had to go through a total hip replacement alone. Although I have two sons, one lives far away and tries to support me from afar but the other seems to enjoy stabbing me in the heart. I am in the second week of another round of physical therapy for my hip. This will probably be the last one. Next appointment with the surgeon is January. The other day I went to visit an assisted living center to see what they are like. Even at my advanced age I am still able to care for myself, with the help of a monthly cleaning service. I really do feel that there is nothing to look forward to. I have lots of negative feelings and very few positive ones. I have never been good at meeting people and making friends. I believe it is called being socially awkward. So I am really alone. There is not much joy in living, and frankly, at my age, how much more living can I expect? I go through the motions but just drag from day to day.