My wife and I are doctors
My wife and I are doctors.
After eight hours inside the operating room, we didn’t walk out feeling like heroes
We walked out quietly, offering a prayer of gratitude, because one fragile heartbeat had finally found its rhythm again
After eight hours inside the operating room, we didn’t walk out feeling like heroes
We walked out quietly, offering a prayer of gratitude, because one fragile heartbeat had finally found its rhythm again
Time stood still while a life balanced on the edge.
Hands moved with purpose. Minds stayed focused. Hearts asked God to guide us through.
When the monitor finally settled into a steady pattern, we shared a look of relief
This was not a miracle we could take credit for,
but a blessing shaped by skill, endurance, and grace beyond our own strength
but a blessing shaped by skill, endurance, and grace beyond our own strength
Now the exhaustion sits heavy on our bodies, but our hearts feel lighter.
A child gets to go home.
A child gets to go home.
A family is given more time together
We are not looking for praise.
Only that this is remembered:
behind every white coat is a human heart that prays, fears, hopes, and feels deeply.
Only that this is remembered:
behind every white coat is a human heart that prays, fears, hopes, and feels deeply.
If you can, take a moment today to offer gratitude
for God’s mercy and for every healthcare worker who shows up each day to fight for life.
for God’s mercy and for every healthcare worker who shows up each day to fight for life.
