TEN HOURS. TWO GENERATIONS. ONE LIFE SAVED. πŸŒ™

After 10 long hours under bright lights πŸ’‘ β€” steady hands βœ‹, quiet focus 🧠, and whispered prayers πŸ™ β€” Mom and I finally stepped out of the operating room.
Exhausted.
Grateful.
Quietly relieved 🀍.

To stand beside her in that space is a blessing I never take for granted β€” two surgeons, two generations πŸ‘©β€βš•οΈπŸ‘©β€βš•οΈ, bound by the same calling and the same purpose β€οΈβ€πŸ©Ή. What we share goes beyond skill or training; it’s a commitment to serve, to heal, and to carry hope when others cannot.

Medicine changes you forever.
You feel the weight of responsibility βš–οΈ.
The sacred trust placed in your hands 🀲.
And the silent awareness that somewhere beyond those doors πŸšͺ, a family is holding its breath, waiting for news that will change their lives.

Tonight, a life was saved πŸ«€βœ¨.And in that moment, the fatigue faded, the hours blurred, and all that remained was gratitude πŸŒ™πŸ™.

This is why we stay.
This is why we serve.