This post was going to be an update on my healing process from the melanoma, but it took a little turn because I’m frumpy and grumpy and Grinchy and Scroogey today. That’s your warning to stop reading now if you all agog with holiday cheer and wish to stay that way.
Today I upgraded to a N8 processor for my cochlear implant. That is the outside part that rests behind my ear and connects via magnet in my skill and “talks” to my cochlea, allowing me to hear. I’m excited for the new technology and that it is smaller (yay! Less behind my ear is always welcome!).
I went through the whole rigamarole, which includes learning about the new device, and most time consuming, going into the booth to check my hearing. We check with no devices, with one device, with both devices. We check for beeps and then word recognition. Then sentence recognition, and my nemesis “sentence recognition with background noise.” Let me back up a minute and say that I didn’t see my usual audiologist. I had to reschedule the appointment for today, but no one told me I wouldn’t be seeing the only audi I’ve seen during my entire cochlear implant world. That woman knows my massive struggles in the beginning, that I was a hybrid patient (first one done in the region, nice write up in the StL PD). She knows that I will never benefit from my cochlear implant the way others do, and we do not know why. We suspect I have auditory nerve damage that didn’t show up in the required MRI prior to authorization. Small whoops. Anyway, I was feeling off not having the one who figuratively held my hand for years.
If you have hearing loss, you know that booth time is exhausting. When I first got my CI, they would map me (create and adjust my program), I’d live with it for a bit, then come back and go to the booth to see how I was doing. This was a routine that went on for a year. You are concentrating so hard to hear beeps and words and sentences that one….well at least I,…feel exhausted and I don’t believe I’ve ever left without a headache. Today was no different. At the end, the audi came in and said things looked good, not really any change, and that I am understanding about 75% of speech when there is background noise, and that is WONDERFUL as most patients don’t achieve that. Okay then.
Lemme tell you about background noise. This is not bar noise. This is not 250 middle schoolers in the cafeteria noise. It’s a few people at a table at a restaurant. Maybe my book club when we’ve finished discussing the book and are having several mini convos with each other. So for me to get 75% with mild background noise, I have to concentrate to the point of a headache, strain my ears, have no distractions (no washing dishes with the kids asking me where their homework is, no being at a new restaurant and looking around at it while someone talks to me). Oof. That feels like no way to live. By this evening, I was ready to toss my new processor (the N8) across the room. It is new technology and it will take time for my brain to acclimate, same as it did when I got my first processor. Everything sounds too loud; the the pan on the stove grate nearly sent me to my knees, and the kids gaming and chatting about it loudly nearly made me want to cry. This will pass. It is a phase to get me to better hearing. I know this. I KNOW THIS.
But when she told me I have 75% and I’m paraphrasing, but “isn’t that great”, I wanted to cry. Is that all I’ll ever get? (Yes, yes it is). As I get older, I expect to see “normal” age-related loss in addition to my wackadoo loss caused by genetics, ototoxic drugs, none of the above or a combo. My best hearing is behind me, and that is a big pill to swallow. This is as good as it gets.
I’m hoping to meeting a friend out for her birthday this weekend. She’s inviting other friends of hers that I don’t know. I already am anxious and have a lump in my throat with the worries that it will be too much for me, and then those old fears creep in: I won’t hear so I’ll kind of back off. Will they think I’m snobby? I’ll repeat something they say, for accuracy, and it will be comically wrong and I’ll be the ditzy friend. I’ll get a headache from trying to keep up. I won’t bother keeping up because I don’t want a headache.
I say all of this knowing I’m beyond lucky to be a strong advocate for myself and to have taken this journey at all. To tell everyone I encounter “I can’t hear” and then repeat it when they forget. To position myself physically where I can hear the best in a group situation. To have amazing friends who look out for me when planning outings, so I can be part of them and not be miserable. I know how lucky I am. But today I felt crappy.
I’m in a group on Facebook that basically supports those who struggle with their hearing loss. An older gentleman said he wasn’t sure why he was on there because his loss doesn’t define him and he’s doing well, etc. WELP. I wondered if he’d feel that way if he worked in a school lunchroom. Had meetings in various environments several times a week. Had to wash dishes and answer questions at the same time. Needed to look at my friends lips as we walked through a holiday light display, so I could “hear” what she was saying, not getting to see as much of the light display as I wanted. I made a pretty mild comment back that not everyone feels the way he does and if feels a little dismissive for him to say so much. Then I got a comment from someone on the same thread. I’ll get that to that in a second….
I’m fully aware that I’m sensitive today. Early audi appointment, forgot to change before heading to work at school (and therefore wore very uncomfortable boots, even if I DID look damn good), and was frustrated at my dentist appointment because my gums hurt and because I had to say HEEEEEYYYY, I HAD A MALIGNANT MELANOMA ON MY RIGHT BUTTOCK, SO CHECK MY MOUTH WELL FOR OTHERS. Then I let head go all George Bailey’s “Why do we have to have all these kids?!” to why is dinner necessary EVERY NIGHT to thinking I’ll never repaint the trim on my interior doors, to how it’s not my fault I don’t like coffee and why can’t Starbucks take it down a notch, to I’m 5 years younger than a coworker, but thought I was 25 because I think I’m still 30. So yeah, I read his post about ‘don’t let your hearing getcha down” and let it get to me.
Then, this happened on the thread:
Oy. Pulled the angry wind right out of my sails. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still in the throes of my pity party, but I also realize that this is so much bigger than me. My blog is my way to cope but also my way to advocate. I’m not having a high-horse moment of believing I’ve reached bazillions of vulnerable people, and have figuratively held their hands. But man, one person remembers a post that is 8+ years old and it helped her. And for tonight, that is enough.
PS: I took my cochlear processor off. I didn’t throw it, I didn’t set it down gently, and I did glare at it. And tonight I won’t be touching it, even with a 9 1/2′ pole.
PPS: As one who prides herself on proofreading and good grammar, I have no idea how this will read. I can’t proof my own stuff and this word vomit was way more a coping mechanism than a real blog post. I hope you can adjust your judgment this one time.