After 10 long hours under bright lights 💡 — steady hands ✋, quiet focus 🧠, and whispered prayers 🙏 — 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 — two surgeons, two generations 👩‍⚕️👩‍⚕️, bound by the same calling and the same purpose ❤️‍🩹. 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 ⚖️.
The sacred trust placed in your hands 🤲.
And the silent awareness that somewhere beyond those doors 🚪, a family is holding its breath, waiting for news that will change their lives.

Tonight, a life was saved 🫀✨.And in that moment, the fatigue faded, the hours blurred, and all that remained was gratitude 🌙🙏.

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