During Life 88.5’s Day of Stories, you’ll have the opportunity to connect with us and tell your story of how you’ve been lifted up as you’ve listened to Life 88.5!  As you share your own story, you’ll be sharing hope with someone else too!

Share your story by calling 855-474-8850 or email studio@life885.com.

 

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  • Jan Swain says:

    I just want to thank Lisa Williams for telling about Stillbirthday.com this morning.

    It will be 40 years ago in August that I went through this, & it still is on my mind & in my heart always. I know I will get answers eventually, but they won’t matter then, because I will be holding my son & that’s what keeps me going here.

  • Peggy Todd says:

    I would like to share my type one story as a grandmother. My daughter gave birth to her fourth child and all was normal and well. She worked at Great Wolf Lodge making a decent salary and my son-in-law was and still is a dancer by profession and has been in several shows around the greater KC/St. Joe areas. They lived, at that time, in the Platte County area between KC and St. Joe. I live in Independence and work in Lee’s Summit as a Preschool teacher. On this particular day, I received an emergency phone call from my daughter while in the classroom. She had stayed home because the baby was sick and was beginning to worry. I immediately left work and drove to their house. When I arrived, the baby was already in the carseat and comatose and the other three children were in the house waiting for me. As I pulled in, my daughter and her husband pulled out and sped to the hospital at St. Luke’s Northland. At that time, my little Henry was 10 months old. I went in the house and began calming the other children, 6, 4, and 3. My 4 year old granddaughter said, “Grama, I think Henry might be dead…” and she began crying. Huddled together on the sofa, these little ones and I prayed for doctors, parents, anything that came to our minds. As the phone rang, I held my breath hoping I was not going to have to be the one to tell this little family that the Lord’s infinte wisdom was to take Henry home. My daughter called to inform me that Henry was diagnosed with type one diabetes. His blood sugar tested over 1,000!Through her tears, she explained that The er doctors had, just in the last few years, begun making blood sugar test a routine on undefined cases such as Henrys. Had this been 10 years ago, they would not have known what to do and Henry would have been put in a room and died. She said that he was awake and looking around and they were waiting for his blood sugar to come down below 600 so they could transfer him to Mercy. As I informed the kids that Henry was going to be fine but we needed to keep praying because he was very very sick still. After dinner that night, I was tucking the kids into bed and Andrew, my 6 year old grandson asked if he could tell me something. I told him of course! He could tell me anything. HIs next words froze me…He said, “Grandma, I think I killed Henry…” as he broke into the most broken sobs I have ever seen I child cry. As I held him, he explained that Momma had said that Henry didn’t need anything extra to eat or drink besides what she was giving him because he was still nursing and just beginning to eat foods so don’t feed him anything she didn’t know about and approve. Well, Henry was thirsty, Grandma, and he wanted a drink of my orange juice so I shared with him and then he got really sick.” I explained to him that Henry was already sick when that happened and God knew this was going to happen with Henry, God knew that Andrew was going to be a kind-hearted brother and that is why he put Henry with us… because we were going to love him enough to learn about this horrible disease and we were going to fight it together. Over the next year, my daughter had to quit her job and stay home just to learn about this disease. Joe still dances some but took a job at a local school district to support the family more dependably. As you walked into their house, there were posters all over the walls of the kitchen and living room about carbs and counts, about keytones and how to use a pump and what about a dexcom? and all this information overload that had to be studied. At 10 months old, Henry was barely becoming verbal and behaviors were being looked at in a new light because you couldn’t tell he was feeling bad. I know this story is long, but I am SO PROUD of this family for pulling together, sacrificing, and loving the Lord. Henry is now a precocious 3 year old who carries a fanny pack with a pump and is so at home with it because he has never known any other lifestyle right down to eating habits.

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