It’s two days before my Cochlear Implant activation and I’m sitting at my desk, writing my new novel. An overwhelming emotion hits. I want to cry. I want to ugly cry. I catch my sob and swallow the lump in my throat and refocus on my writing, listening to cello music with my right ear, trying in vain to hear over the incessant extra loud tinnitus in my deaf left ear – five different noises. It always wins, even at music concerts. I haven’t heard silence for 23 years. Nothing I can listen to masks the sound of tinnitus.

Three years ago, I received a cello as a birthday gift. I wanted to learn to play it so I could hear the music in my memory when all my hearing was gone. I wanted to play it and feel the vibration of the music inside me, so I could burn into my mind how music would make me feel when I could no longer hear. The emotion of music. That is why we all love it so much. It makes us feel. Emotion. It’s what makes us human.

I’ve been playing the piano since I was eight, and can see the written notes inside my head when music is played. I can look at a sheet of music with no sound, and hear the sound of the inky notes on the paper. But it’s the cello I love the most.

You never realise how important something is until it is gone. Anyone who has something wrong with their body can vouch for that. Look after yourself. Not that I did anything wrong to lose my hearing. It is Meniere’s disease that has done that. I hate it with a passion – not just for me, but what it does to people. I know several people with Meniere’s who have taken their lives because of it.

No more. No. More. Enough is enough.  

Sometimes, when I am playing music on my computer whilst writing or working, I stop and put my hands on the two speakers on my desk, and place my foot on the sub-woofer on the floor. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feel of the vibration. The vibration of the high and low sounds and everything in between. The light vibration. The strong vibration. The combination of vibrations.

I would love it. And hate it.

I would love it because I could still hear it with my “good” ear.

I would hate it because I am losing hearing in my “good” ear as well. It would kill me each time, knowing that one day I would never hear music again while walking the Earth. Did I do something to cause this? It tortures my mind if I let it. Then I am reminded that my life is all the more richer because of what I have been through.

It’s the day before activation.

I’m almost going into a panic. Breathe. I feel like a bird that has been trapped inside a cage for too long for it to remember freedom, and when the door is opened for it to fly from its prison, it stays there, because it feels safe.

This is me. A prisoner in my own body. I’ve had Meniere’s disease for 25 years this year. Nearly half of my lifetime. To be honest, there are many days that have been hell. Friends and family never saw that. They only saw the happy me. The one wearing the mask, fooling the world that I was okay. I faked being well. I’m a pro at it. I can’t remember what it’s like to feel “normal”. My life with Meniere’s disease is lived within strict limits as to what I can do. What I can eat. Choosing to isolate myself from social activities because I can’t hear, or I am scared of having a vertigo attack, or the worst one – rejection – because of my hearing loss and I can’t participate, or because I have answered a question wrongly because I couldn’t hear them, and I didn’t want to ask them what they had said for the fifth time.  

To have no vertigo. No tinnitus. And have hearing in my left ear again …  what is that? Is it even possible? What will I become? Will I still be me?

I admit. I am struggling big time. So I keep working on my new novel.

I’m 13,000 words in, and it keeps me from dwelling on the upcoming, perhaps, life changing event tomorrow. In every Cochlear implant group I have joined, the words keep being repeated, “it will change your life”.

But how? Is it that I will be able to hear from my left ear again? And that’s it. What exactly will it change in my life? Will I like it?

Activation Day…

Cochlear Implant activated. My mind blown.

My brain is scattered as I write this blog.

A thousand tears of feelings and thoughts, marvelling at technology – invented in Australia. Eternal thanks to you, Professor Graeme Clark.

I have warned my family – “Danger. I may break into unpredictable sobbing at any time. Good tears. Very good tears.”

I am overwhelmed by feelings of intense happiness. Feelings of release from the Meniere’s prison. A billion memories of my life with Meniere’s and what I have been through. The vertigo. The abhorrent vertigo of hell that takes your hearing. The darkness of depression that wants to take your last breath.

I feel like I have been freed.

I can’t write anymore today … I am too overwhelmed with emotion, and noise, and information. The world is so unbelievably noisy with a Cochlear Implant.

When the impossible becomes possible. I am so beyond thankful …

Next post … during activation xx

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About this blog …

My Shadow, Meniere’s, is not just about the physical aspect of a Cochlear Implant – you can research about them online. I am sharing the human side of the journey towards a Cochlear Implant – feelings, appointments, the process, apprehensions, successes, highs and lows as I step into the next chapter of my Meniere’s journey.

I am mindful of those who also have incurable diseases or are walking the path of a diagnosis that is life changing. My blog never aims to undermine the severity of anyone else’s illness, disability or journey. We all deal with life with different tolerances, attitudes and thresholds.  ‘My Shadow -Meniere’s’ is my journey. It is my hope that it can help others with Meniere’s disease, or hearing loss, or simply when life has a plot twist.

I also acknowledge those before me, who have already had a Cochlear Implant. Your experiences, advice and suggestions are welcome.