Totally a legitimate question and concern. You are feeling love and all that that emotion brings with it. I am 4 years out from my AVR and whenever the surgery gets talked about with people who have just met us it is very clear to me that my husband was very affected by it. Our 3 children were grown, also. Youngest, the daughter, was in her first year of college 2000 miles away. Instead of letting her enjoy her first spring break, my husband asked that I schedule my surgery then so she could come home and hang out with him. They are two peas in a pod, you see. She balked and whined, but understood. As the years have gone by she has confided in me that she was very, very glad that she came home to be with her father. My oldest, a son, and probably my closest, was (is!) in grad school 3,000 miles away and we told him not to come. He was completely freaked about the whole thing (Virgo, worrier by nature) and I remember having my husband stick the cell phone in my face as soon as I was even remotely audible to tell my son that I was fine. My middle child, second son, planned to come "relieve" my daughter when she went back to school and so he knew that he was on board to help me after the surgery. I think, actually, that is very useful. Try to give each child a job in this. If they don't have to be left dangling in emotion-land, if they have something they know they are going to be needed for, I honestly think it helps them sort through it all. Instead of worrying about you, they can worry about pleasing you. Does that make sense??
I was the eternal optimist (still am!!) and really did not have any worry about the surgery. Sure, there was that infinitesimally small possibility that things might go badly, but I just knew I'd be fine (kind of like I knew I'd be fine with each pregnancy -- and was). Kind of a cocky confidence, I guess, but that's me! I will say, though, that after I said my good-byes in the hospital and they wheeled me away on the guerny I was totally overcome with a sadness I have never known. I recognized this as possible fear and lifted my head up to look around for something, anything in that bleak hallway to cheer me up or take my feelings away. I found an ancient emerald green exit sign and just focused fervently on it. The color, the practicality, the age and mellowness of its design. For me, that's all it took to kind of "snap me out of it". Of course, to this day, if there's an exit sign anywhere -- I see it!! ;o)
I love your avatar photo! I am still years away from that "look" (I'm assuming that's the Grandmother pose) but will be so excited when the day(s) comes!
Lovely to have you in this wonderful community. Ask us anything!!!
Best wishes
Marguerite