Toinyette's Journey

Yesterday, my mother underwent triple bypass surgery.

The procedure lasted approximately four hours. Four long hours of waiting, praying, hoping, and trusting.

She came through it like the strong woman she has always been.

As I sat and watched throughout the day, I noticed something that moved me deeply. My father was there. All four of her children were there. Her daughter-in-law was there. Four of her five grandchildren were there.

It was evident that this woman is loved.

My father was clearly worried. Any husband who truly loves his wife would be. Yet beneath the concern, I could also see relief. I could see gratitude. I could see the comfort of knowing that his entire immediate family had gathered together not only for him, but for the woman who has been the heart of our family for so many years.

Families are interesting.

We fuss. We disagree. We get frustrated with one another. Sometimes we stay mad longer than we should. We are emotional people. We are imperfect people.

But when it matters most, love shows up.

And yesterday, love filled the waiting room.

As I reflected on the day, I realized something important: love is not the absence of conflict. Love is what remains after the conflict. Love is what causes people to put aside differences and drive across cities, sit in uncomfortable chairs, wait for updates, hold hands, offer prayers, and simply be present.

Love showed up yesterday.

I also want to express my deepest gratitude to the surgeons, physicians, nurses, technicians, and staff at UAB Hospital.

Their professionalism was exceptional. Their kindness was genuine. They cared not only for my mother but also for the family members who sat anxiously waiting for news.

There are some professions that carry tremendous responsibility. To place your loved one’s life into the hands of strangers requires a level of trust that is difficult to describe. Yet throughout this experience, the staff at UAB inspired confidence, compassion, and peace.

Thank you.

The words feel inadequate because what I feel is larger than words.

I feel overwhelming gratitude.

Gratitude that my mother came through surgery successfully.

Gratitude for the skill and dedication of those who cared for her.

Gratitude that my father was not alone.

Gratitude that our family, despite our flaws and occasional disagreements, came together when it mattered most.

Most of all, gratitude for another day with my momma.

Today, my prayer is simple:

May the Most High continue to watch over her healing.

May He strengthen her body, calm her mind, and restore her completely.

And may He abundantly bless every surgeon, doctor, nurse, technician, and hospital worker whose hands and hearts help bring healing into the world every day.

Some people save lives.

Some people hold families together.

Yesterday, I was reminded that both are sacred callings.

I AM Love.

I AM Light.

I AM THAT I AM.

-Toinyette