I’ve used up my quota of tears for 2014…it’s a very emotional day for Corus Radio London. It’s our first Radiothon at the Children’s Hospital at LHSC and I’ve met so many brave families willing to share their stories to help us express the importance of donations.
I interviewed 11 year old Jack in the FM96 studio last month and he’s been keeping me smiling through this very tough day.
Jack and his brother Clint stopped by the broadcast today:
The Shaw family was the first family I spoke to on the air. 4 of 7 of Allison’s children have Stickler Syndrome and they were a lot of fun. Here is Avery , Cooper , myself and Brody.
I’ve never met someone so full of energy – here’s me and Andie. She told me about how scary MRI’s are.
On-air this week, I asked if anyone had a story to share about the impact the Children’s Hospital has had on their family…Stephanie wrote me an e-mail:
Hi my name is Stephanie Schram. I would like to start off by saying that when I was two years old I was diagnosed with germ cell cancer. My mother could tell you the story about me a little better then I can. I stayed at LHSC when I had cancer. My oncologist is Dr. Cairney. This year marks 18 years cancer free for me. I am 21 in December, I was told my whole life that I would not be able to conceive children because of the chemotherapy drugs I was given to treat the cancer. But I proved all my doctors wrong. My story from the hospital, begins about eights months ago. I live in sarnia, ON; I had my son at 34 weeks 2 days. When he was born, he weighed 4 lbs 8 oz and was 17 inches long; he didn’t cry; he couldn’t breathe! The doctors rushed him to the NICU and put him on the ventilator and took x-Ray of his chest. My son, Lucas Ryan Schram was born with diaphragmatic hernia. Lucas’s bowels and intestines were inside of his left chest cavity, which means his left lung didn’t get to grow to the capacity of his other lung. The doctor didn’t come back to the delivery room to tell me this until two hours later. I then was able to go into the NICU and touch Lucas’s hand. The doctor then told me that Lucas would have to be rushed to London children’s hospital. At this point I had no idea if my son would live. What if he died on the way to London and I wasn’t there to hold his hand? I begged the doctor to release me around 5-6 hours after my delivery with Lucas so that I could meet Lucas at the hospital. The nurses called down to London, the Ronald McDonald house and said that they would be expecting me within the next two hours. My mom, as brave as she is drove me to London and stayed with me the entire time Lucas was in the hospital. At this point, you wouldn’t know but I am a single mommy. No one to hold my hand through this and cry through all of this.. That’s what I thought at the time. But my mother stood by me and supported me the entire journey of Lucas’s hospital stay. Anyway, my mom and I arrived in London, we were both terrified. We got our things put in our room at RMH and went straight up to the NICU. I can honestly say I don’t even remember how we even found it, all I remember is getting to Lucas and seeing his little body in this incubator covered in wires and tubes. Surrounding us were machines going off and nurses scattering around Lucas’s incubator getting him adjusted and ready for his stay. A lot of doctors came to talk to me that day. The surgeon, the team that would be checking on him everyday, the neurologist. Lucas had surgery at two days old. During the time of his surgery, I tried to occupy myself by eating supper, which didn’t work I just cried the entire time. I decided to try and pump and talk and cry with my mom. As I was cleaning my pumping accessories in the designated room, I said a “our father” prayer, which by the way I am not religious and have never prayed before, after reciting the our father.. I said “please grandpa, please look after my baby.. Please don’t let god take him from me”. I then walked out of the room and his nurse came up to me and said the surgery was a success and Lucas will be back down within the hour. At that moment I knew not only did god and my grandpa keep him safe, but he is one of the strongest persons I know. The surgeon said it would take up to two weeks if not longer for Lucas to get off of the ventilator. Two days after his surgery, he was off of the ventilator and was put on an oscillator, which meant he was breathing room air, but if he needed a little help it did just that. Two days of being on the oscillator and Lucas was fully breathing on his own. He didn’t need a machine anymore. He proved the doctors wrong! The doctors predicted that Lucas would need to stay in the NICU until just after my due date which would have been two months. Lucas’s stay was only three weeks! The days were long and scary. Every time something would beep, I looked to make sure Lucas was okay. If you haven’t guess it yet, I still have yet to hold Lucas at this point. All I have been able to do is put my finger in his hand two hours after he was born. When Lucas was exactly a week old, I was told I would be able to hold Lucas for the first time. Unless you are a mother you truly do not know what this feeling is like. When you are pregnant you already share a special bond with your baby, and that first moment you get to hold your baby for the very first time.. It’s like nothing is moving around you, you can’t hear a sound.. It’s like only you and your baby are in the room and your world becomes still. I remember when the nurse placed Lucas in my arms for that first time, wires and tubes and all. I took one look at Lucas’s precious little face and I cried. I never wanted to let him go. It was truly the most amazing feeling. I stayed by Lucas’s side from 6 AM until 11 PM every day. I pumped and I pumped every two hours to make sure that my precious little jelly bean was getting the most incredible thing that could help a premature baby, breast milk! when Lucas was two weeks old I was able to start putting him to breast. Because he was premature it took him awhile to breastfeed. By the time he was three weeks old, the doctors suggested that Lucas be topped up with formula because he wasn’t getting enough breast milk from me. That was fine with me, all I wanted to hear was Lucas was healthy and could go home! On the day the doctors wanted to have him do the car seat test, Lucas passed and was able to go home that day! My mom and I packed all of our things at the RMH and got the car ready for Lucas to go home. Now I cannot thank LHSC for all they did for my Lucas. Lucas turned eight months old May 25th 2014 he now weighs 18 lbs 7 oz and is 29 inches long. If it wasn’t for his surgeon, the doctors who came to see his progress everyday and for the nurses, especially his primary nurse, my little jelly bean wouldn’t be here today. Dr. Scott is Lucas’s surgeon, and Val was his primary nurse.
I hope you enjoyed my story of my son, Lucas and his journey with the NICU at LHSC and I hope you get inspired miracles really do happen.
This is a picture of Lucas when he was born and what he looks like now at 8 months old. Just bought is share.
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