The birthday of the ear

Yesterday was the birthday of the ear, and what better way to celebrate with a gorgeous Bridgeton-themed Afternoon Tea?

I have to say this was a great birthday.

Two years ago I was hospitalized to undergo a mastoidectomy on my left ear (I had lost hearing on my left in 2019), and the operation was on the 22nd (and it went great) and on the 23rd I started to feel “muffled. “in my right ear … it was a Friday and on Sunday I didn’t hear anything anymore.

At some point it was all gone. I was so deaf without hearing anything until mid-December (when after the cochlear implant operation postponed from November to December) they turned me on.

Why celebrate? Because first of all it is always a good opportunity to drink and eat and I certainly do not shy away from these things, and then because it is good to laugh, have fun even in the saddest and most painful moments.

Last year I had come to London for two weeks (between chemo) and on that occasion we went with her husband to have our first afternoon tea and after, as usual, we realized that it was the birthday of the ear.

After 7 chemo sessions (because my rare autoimmune disease was calmed only with chemo), the much too much cortisone (which I continue to climb now hoping to finish as soon as possible) I am here with my ear that we always try to hear a little ‘more. We are now in the phase of recognizing the names in English … and here it is quite difficult.

However, for example, last night I felt the rain (I challenge because there was a kind of storm eh) … but for me they are conquests. The rain then has something magical … I have always liked it (I like it when you are under the covers, warm in winter and it pours out … certainly not when I had to go out to work on a moped and universal deluge materialized in the ten minutes I was in the middle of traffic).

There is no single answer to why I decided to celebrate the ear. One always thinks that something beautiful is being celebrated, such as a birthday, an anniversary, a special occasion. To me in a superstitious way not to think about what I was, but to think about what I am and that perhaps I could always become (older sure … that now I am also growing some white hair …. I see it there that shines under the others peeping out.)

In addition to the fact that this quite significant psychological impact (I dare not, you become deaf in two days) has had an effect not only on my life, but also on that of my husband, of my parents …. He introduced me to mine speech therapist (which is obviously different from the others). I’m not a fan of clichés, or those who say “but look at the positives” … my answer would be “but look at the positives, I don’t care … I preferred to stay with the negatives” … I believe more in the change of perspective …

At least the disease has taught me this, to change perspective. To look at things from another point of view.

I also found an inspiration for the next article: YOUR LIFE BEGAN THE DAY IT NEARLY ENDED.

Wonderful.