Ten Hours. One Life. Endless Gratitude.

Today, I stepped out of the operating room after ten intense hours — hands shaking, eyes burning, heart still racing. There were moments I feared we might lose the fight… but then, a pulse returned. A life came back. A miracle bloomed right before us.

In that instant, every sleepless night, every moment of doubt, every silent prayer made sense. I was exhausted, aching inside and out — yet I felt lighter than ever. Hope is powerful like that.

Thank you for believing in me, for every word of support, every quiet blessing whispered into the universe. I carry your encouragement with me into every struggle, every decision, every life I touch.

The body tires, but the spirit — when fueled by purpose — rises again.