Facing reality

The closer we get to an actual surgery date the more I am forced to face and accept the reality that my husband will be having this surgery. It is a really scary procedure and I imagine really painful. I am very worried about it, and concerned about all that he will have to go through. He will only be able to eat liquids for a long time. He will have to take vitamins for the rest of his life. He will even have to get all his medications in liquid form. I know he is worried about it, but the fact that he doesn't seem to be worried makes me mad. I want to talk about it and plan for the worst, but he acts like the worst thing that will happen is he will have to take 4 days vacation! What the heck! I am seriously freaking out here. I know not many do, but you could die from this. I know it is just the mother in me worrying about everything.