I only lost my darling husband on March 19th to an unknown cancer on his intestine. He had recovered from non hodgkins lymphoma in 2011 only to get prostrate cancer the same year. My dearest passed away in March and I was doing so well be now I'm falling apart. I feel isolated and lonely. I was hoping to move from Cambridgeshire back to Kent to be with family but a survey has highlighted there is a lot of problems with my property. This has knocked me for 6 and I feel the same as when I first lost my man. I don't think I'm ever going to be the same again. My life seems so pointless and I can just see me working and coming home, working and coming home. I don't mix well with people so it will be hard to go to groups etc. I'm only 58 so I have a lot of living to do but I can't see me doing anything. Anyone else who has suffered the same? what can I do to start moving on? I know the move to Kent is having to be put on the back burner. My fear is winter will be here not too soon and I'll be in this prison all alone