I absolutely understand the whole terror and excitement.
I injured my knee learning to drive at 3:00 am, 46 years ago. The emergency doctors were amazed that I hadn't shattered my kneecap. They stitched me up and sent me home. After a year of pain, I saw a surgeon. After doing dye tests on my knee (yeah, they did dye tests then), they discovered my cartilage was a mess, and it had damaged the inside of the patella. The surgeon smoothed out the inside of the patella, and he told me I'd have no pain for a year, and I would need surgery in about 20 years.
I had no pain for a year.
I've grown with the pain. I got used to it. When I saw the surgeon last year, he said he had rarely seen such a damaged knee, especially with someone who was still walking. I was also doing reels and jigs, but I didn't tell him that. He said that I should have had the knee done years ago.
Of course, the minute he told me how bad it was, it started hurting even more. I was raised with the mantra "It doesn't hurt as much as you think," along with a stoic attitude to pain in general. It's amazing how mind over matter can work, even to one's own detriment.
I've had one abortive start at the surgery. I was sent home from the hospital. Now I've had about 10 days warning for surgery. It's on Wednesday.
I'm finding the whole thing is like waiting for a baby to be born. I'm scared, yet excited.
I've had many surgeries in my life, and I know recovery takes time and is often painful. I'm scared, but I'm excited to have a better life. Nope, I'm exited to actually start having a life again.
Best wishes to you.