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"Pic a person in a darkened room. The light is off. The curtains drawn closed. The objects in the room are just dark shapes. The person moves unsteadily, unsure where to put her feet. Every now and then she bumps into a chair, her chest of drawers, her cupboard. She curses softly as she backs into her washstand. Damn, where did she put her slippers? They were next to her cupboard, weren't they? She gets to her knees and fumbles around, patting the ground searchingly. No slippers! Sitting back she thinks and then hesitantly gets to her feet. Perhaps she left them side by side to her bed? Slowly she retraces her steps until she is continuing next to her bed again. She is unable to run into a affair and then once again gets onto her knees and pats the basis in a probing, searching manner. Suddenly the room is filled with light. She looks at the windows and the defunction are open, blowing softly in a gentle breeze. The room is luminescent, light and clear, indeed it seems to glow with a radiant brightness. And there, placed neatly nether her washstand are her two slippers. They almost seem to be smiling at her."

For just about eighteen years I accept been living in a "darkened room". Only my "darkness" was caused past my deafness. I was never able to find my slippers because my deafness shrouded me in non understanding conversations so that I bumped hard into things.

I had my Cochlear Implant and for three weeks lived in a soundless earth. Then on the xv^thursday Mum, Dad and I travelled to Cape Boondocks and on the 16^th we set off to Tygerberg Infirmary where I was going to be "switched on"!

"Lord, please let me accept whatever happens to me," I prayed "but Lord, yous'd better get in be good! Sorry, sorry, Father, that'due south just typical of me to 'lay out my terms'. Deplorable, just…simply help me to cope with whatever today brings. Thanks, Lord."

We arrived at the hospital and headed straight for Jenny Perold, my audiologist's room. She is a lovely person – straight, to the point, no flies about her.

"How've you lot been?" she asked. I lip read everything she was saying, holding her under the mentum to pick up the vibrations of her voice.

"Ok. I was dizzy until iii days ago just recently I accept been fine."

"Well at present, let'due south get y'all out of that non-hearing place, shall we? Sit downward there."

I sat and Jenny pulled a lap top computer towards her. She hooked an instrument in a higher place my ear which had a long string attached to her figurer.

"At present…I am going to press three keys and I would like you to tell me when you tin can hear them."

I concentrated listening intently. And I heard zilch! I continued listening. So far, far off in the distance I could hear the whisper of three notes.

"Well…yes…but information technology's similar the echo of a dream!"

She smiled just didn't look up from her reckoner. "And aye, I heard those."

"And those notes, Jenny, I heard them but it seemed as if they were…far, far off."

"Okay."

She and I connected in this manner. Then she said: "Ok, Gaynor, I want you lot to tell me if they are the same pitch."

And one time over again she got going on her computer.

"Uh uh, I said, these sounded like this – ma, ma, ma" I sang the "melody" of the three notes.

"Right," she smiled

"And these?"

"Ma, ma, ma."

"And are all iii the aforementioned loudness?" Once once more she pressed keys.

"The starting time two – yep. But the third sounded like a Clarinet being played far off in a distant valley."

Press of keys. "And now?"

"The Clarinet has moved closer but it's notwithstanding not shut enough, Jen. Information technology sounds as if information technology's playing ii rooms abroad."

More than pressing of keys. " Now?"

"Yep, the Clarinet is playing in the same room!"

And we connected. And continued. And continued.

Finally Jenny looked up at me and gave me a radiant grinning. "Okay, my friend, are you fix to hear?"

I smiled dorsum. I couldn't help myself. Inside my heart was beating loud. Please let this work. Please, please allow this piece of work.

Jenny pushed a knob. I waited. Silence. Then with a whoosh the whole world in all it's glorious vigour surged forrard and "drew those curtains aside"!

"SHIT!" I gasped.

(Could yous please tell me, Mr and Ms Young, what was the starting time word your daughter said when she could "hear" in one case more than?

SHIT!)

I sat at that place my head in a blur. Then I became enlightened of Jenny saying: "Can you hear me?" I nodded my caput. "Speak. Listen to what your voice sounds like."

I hesitated, then… "Shall I compare thee to a Summers mean solar day? Yard art more than lovely………." Jen, I…I can hear my voice. I can hear yous!"

"And me? Tin y'all hear me?" said Mum.

"Yes! And y'all, Dad? Speak to me!"

"Well…uh..what practise you want me to say?" said my darling Father a little nervously. I laughed.

"I …I tin hear yous all!" I said breathlessly.

"At present, Gaynor, I'm just going to have you off line for a few moments. I demand to adapt something on the computer." Jenny pushed a button and I was in that "darkened room" once more. I couldn't believe it. The world – all gone! My eyes filled up and I began to weep. "Jenny, don't leave me here for long. I can't stand up it."

She didn't. She then fitted me with my ain CI apparatus. A lilliputian hook that looks like the height of a question mark goes over my left ear. It'south called the Speech Processor. On information technology I can switch to four different programs. This is continued by a short wire to a Scroll which attaches to the magnet inside my head. The Coil transmits the encoded information provided past my Speech Processor to my Cochlear Implant. All very involved and I must read up properly on information technology!

Iii euphoric individuals left Jenny's. Mum said to me: "In the car going home, I am not going to look at you as I normally do. I am going to speak to you without showing you lot my lips. Permit'due south simply run across how much you pick upward?"

I picked up every discussion that was said past Mum WITHOUT ME LIP READING HER. None of us could believe it. Have yous whatsoever idea what that means? I tin understand people without lip reading them.

"When last did I speak to you in a automobile like this, Mum and Dad?"

"Xviii years ago," said Mum and began weeping one time more than.

"…….The room is luminescent, light and articulate, indeed it seems to glow with a radiant brightness……."

Mum phoned my sis, Liz and told her the news from the car.

"I don't believe you lot!" And again the floodgates opened. We arrived dwelling house and Liz just hugged me. For a long fourth dimension. We sat and chatted with me picking upwardly everything! Forget about those days of simply switching off in company! Oh no, this was much too interesting!

Liz has 3 children – Campbell (six), Megan(iv) and Emma(3). Because I'm deaf I am unable to understand childrens voices. They are likewise high. I said to Campbell: "What sport do you lot play at school?"

Looking downwards at his shoes, non expecting me to hear, he said: "Rugby."

"Rugby!" I said, "Fantastic!"

His face shot up filled with stunned delight. "And hockey too. But I similar rugby all-time."

Emma came into the study while I was working on the reckoner and looked at Perdita, my domestic dog, who was crouched at my feet. "Your dog wants to get on your lap," she said. I then duly placed Perdita on my lap.

Childrens voices have been given dorsum to me.

Oh…I am blest.

Afterward that evening I was standing with Perdita in the garden while Madame did a pee and on the patio I could make out Mum talking to someone on her prison cell telephone. Her face was covered by dark. I couldn't see her. But I could hear her perfectly. Every word! This just blows my mind!

Later that same evening I telephoned my brother in Johannesburg.

"Patch, information technology's me – Gaynor."

I heard my blood brother gasp, he said a few words and and then he passed the phone on to Anne, his wife. And we had a conversation! Merely blows my mind. Later I spoke to my youngest sister, Megan, who lives in NZ. As usual I did well-nigh of the talking until Mum nudged me and said: "Let Megan talk."

I said: "Megs, talk to me. Sing me a song!"

The next moment I heard: "Happy birthday to you, happy altogether to you lot…" coming through the telephone.

"It's non my birthday, Twit!"

"But testing!" Megan quipped dorsum.

I also spoke to Libby, my Aunt, who was sitting in a crowded restaurant. And I heard her!

When I went to bed that nighttime I was exhausted yet I couldn't slumber. Something that had been taken from me years agone had just been given dorsum. Joy is the incorrect word for what I was feeling. Yep, there were elements of joy but I was feeling exultation. Crowing with a chip of bewildered excitement thrown in. I never in my wildest moments expected to get all this back. It…information technology was mindblowing!

Thankyou, God!

The next afternoon Mum and I went and saturday in the car where it was quiet. Mum had an Elaine Page CD and she chose the get-go number "Don't Weep For Me Argentina" and began to play it.

Don't expect to hear. You're actually pushing your luck. Don't await annihilation.

"It won't be like shooting fish in a barrel, You'll think it foreign when I try to explain how I feel, that I still demand your love later all that I've done, Yous won't believe me….."

Elaine Page'south voice cut through my thoughts. I listened and so began to sob.

I had my music back!

The night of my "switch on" I watched the news. I had become used to not picking up a thing. Simply that night I came away jubilant having picked up nigh xx%. Two months later it is a different story completely. I now pick up virtually 90% of everything that the presenter says and about 65% of all the voice overs. Isn't that something?

I cannot believe how many birds at that place are in George! Or rather I should say that I hear birds singing ALL THE Fourth dimension! In about two years time I promise that I am still every bit aware of the birds and their songs. I don't always want to achieve the "taking information technology for granted" stage.

Since my accident my human relationship with my brother, Patch, really deteriorated. I still loved him and he loved me. But! He speaks in a typically S African way – he barely moves his oral fissure. As a result, with me relying so heavily on lip-reading, he was impossible to empathize.

Last week he came down to Cape Boondocks for the weekend. And…for the first time in 18 years, I was able to hear him. Oh, the sheer joy of having my brother back. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!

At the moment I am listening to Nat King Cole sing Unforgettable, that's what yous are, Unforgettable, both virtually and far….

I look out at my bird tabular array and watch two sparrows pecking at the grain I've put out. Next to them is a rose bush with a unmarried bud quivering in this cold Spring air. In fact…I am sure I can…hear…the life throbbing in that exquisite bud. Well, you lot never know. These Cochlear Implants have powers noone is truly enlightened of!!! They are a scientific miracle.

So that is the situation at the moment. It is all so blissfully, unexpectedly mindblowing.

"…..the girl put on her slippers and merrily skipped out of the room."

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