@marytabor I went through something similar in 2015, although mine wasn't planned. I had a Type A aortic dissection and ended up in emergency open-heart surgery to replace part of my aorta with a Dacron graft. Looking back, one thing I always tell people is that finding an aneurysm before it becomes an emergency is a huge advantage. The first few weeks after surgery can be rough. Your husband will probably be more tired than either of you expect. Walking to the mailbox can feel like a workout. Sleeping can be awkward, and simple things like getting out of bed may take some help. That's normal. Recovery isn't a straight line. Some days he'll feel great, and the next day he'll wonder why he's exhausted again. He will want to support his sternum with a firm pillow to hug when he sleeps on his side.
The good news is that improvement usually comes a little bit every day. Walking becomes easier. Energy comes back. Confidence comes back. I remember reaching milestones that seemed impossible just weeks earlier. I was convinced my life had changed forever after my surgery. In some ways it did, but not in the way I feared. More than ten years later, I'm still here, working, traveling, and enjoying life. I don't do a lot of heavy straining anymore, but I live a very full life.
Your husband's fitness will probably help him tremendously. Being in good shape going into surgery is one of the best things he has working in his favor. The hardest part may actually be convincing a fit, active guy to slow down long enough to heal properly. From one survivor's perspective, the anticipation before surgery was worse than the recovery itself. Once the operation was behind me, every day was a step toward getting my life back. Peace. (Write back to me directly if you want any other info...)
@moonboy Quite helpful. We are so glad the aneurysm was caught early -- so this is not emergency surgery. I am three years older than my husband and much smaller. My biggest fear is that I will have trouble helping him get out of bed without using his hands. He weighs 165 and I weigh barely 120. He's my strong man. We don't have anyone where we live to help me. Any suggestions on this fear?