@Leilani
Ah that is exactly what I did, only I closed the gate to our block. I live on 5 acres 10 kms from town. The house is in the middle of the block and screened by trees. No one can see in so you don't know if we are home. Visitors were not welcomed. I needed to hide away and lick my wounds. Problem is my husband is a gregarious fellow and loves being with people. I like the inside of my gate and fence. I used to go and hide in my sewing room. It was my way of dealing with BC.
There was many a plant (weed or otherwise) ripped from my beautiful tropical garden and hurled in anger at what life had dealt me. I swear that the big old man boab tree at the end of the verandah shook with fear every time I walked near him because he bears the scars of many boab nuts hurled at him in anger. I watered him with buckets of tears.
All that you think, feel and fear is normal. All of us have been there. It is good that you have found this forum so early in your diagnosis. I did not stumble upon it until some months after surgery. It was my salvation.