Before the cochlear implant surgery, out of all the things I was mildly apprehensive about, probably the stand-out concern was how I’d manage in the two weeks after the surgery, but before switch-on. I knew that in this time I would have no hearing at all.
Well! Thank goodness that’s over!
As you know, I have been hugely looking forward to the implant surgery — not for the surgery itself, of course, but because it’s the first step on the road to hearing again. I knew that Thursday, 26th July wasn’t going to be exactly fun — but there was never a moment I even wished I didn’t have to go through with it. I know cochlear implants will be life-changing for me, and it’s not like there was any choice — well, no palatable choice, anyway, when the only alternative was to go totally deaf.
So, here I am, one week after surgery, and I thought I’d write down my experiences.
Thanks to Felicity, I came across this video clip of Michael Chorost, who explains cochlear implants very simply and particularly well:
http://www.exploratorium.edu/listen/lg_michael_video_sub.php
The scheduled date of my cochlear implants, June 26, is rapidly bearing down on me. YAY! After months of waiting, it is starting to feel like it might actually become a reality. Will become a reality. In just four days… this time in four days, I will be in hospital, post-implant…!
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I cannot describe how I feel with my horses. It’s like everything of any importance in my life is here, right now, with them. Obviously that’s not strictly true, but that sense is undeniably there. Horses have no agendas (though they can be cunning and sneaky at times!) insofar as they are what they are, and see you as you are. All the posturing and pretense that you might display to the world, trying to get others to see you as you want to be seen, means nothing to them. They couldn’t give a hoot about image. They see you as you are, not as you want to be. They see you.
My name is Vicki and — if I'm in the mood — I answer to that. ;-)
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