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All I Want for the New Year…



Actually, I think it’s more like, “All My Husband Wants for the New Year”….

There a very new version of the cochlear processor that has recently come out.  The sound quality is supposed to be better–like tremendously better–and get this…it’s connected to the iPhone which is amazing – as well as smaller and lighter than the current processor which I feel is big and bulky.  For more information, you can check it out here.

Honestly, I have no idea whether or not it’d be any better than what I have now.

But, here’s what I do know.  My husband gets frustrated with me–he feels that I’m not hearing as well as I used to–or that I’m purposely ignoring him.  Like an old person, I feel like I’m hearing just fine, nothing’s changed.  I have to admit that I have noticed that I’m having trouble following group conversations and seem more overwhelmed with noise.  I’m not sure if the quality has gone down–it’s extremely possible–if you think about it–the quality of computers, cell phones, cameras do decrease.  The processor that I have is about 7 years old.  That’s pretty old if you think in terms of technology.

Here’s what I don’t like about the current processor.  It came with a remote control to allow me to “control” sounds.  Seriously, who wants to carry a remote control around??  And, you have to charge it as well.  With the newest version, it’s connected to the iPhone.  That’s something I can carry around at all times, just like a teenager.

How did this come about?  My husband is big on technology–for lack of better words–a techie freak.  He’s always tinkering with old and new technology.  Don’t believe me?  Check out his office, wires everywhere, parts and pieces, computers taken apart.  Here’s the irony, he truly loves all things vintage from record players to VW buses BUT prefers the newest computers, TVs and heck, even remote controls.  He’d been asking if there was a newer version out yet.  Actually, he’d check the website every now and then to see if the newest one is available. You can see for yourself below:

As you can see, there are two computers (there’s actually another huge one in the back that you can’t see), a joystick that he made (notice the wire over it), a stack of CDs, just to name a few.


Lo and behold, one day, I got a letter from Cochlear Americas that informed me that the newest one had come out! As I read the brochure to my husband, you could see it in his eyes the excitement (h was way, way more excited about it than I was).  I explained to him that they’re very expensive.  The last I had heard was that each one was at least $8,000, yes, each one.  Yikes, that’s $16,000!!!

“But, because I love you, I think you’re worth it.  Give me the paper and I’ll call them tomorrow,” he spoke excitedly.

He spent a long time talking with Cochlear Americas.  Turns out it was now at least $12,000 each!!!  Yikes.  He told me, “But wait.  Let me call the insurance company to find out.” My husband is probably one of the most relentless person I’ve ever met who truly believes that there’s always a better cost.  He spent a long time figuring out a way to make it work for us. Thanks to insurance, they will pay up to 90% after deductibles.

Stay tuned for the experience.   🙂

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I was in the ARC pushing the cart with my babe in it.  I was so oblivious to everything around me. I was mindlessly walking up and down the aisle waiting for something to strike my fancy.  I was feeling peaceful inside.  Seemingly, out of nowhere, I heard a really loud, “SHHHHHH….”  How ironic that the shushing was louder than whatever sound that needed shushing.  After being shaken out of my obliviousness, I realized how much I dislike that sound.  It really unpleasant –and has the sound of rudeness to it.  It seems to defeat the purpose of getting someone to be quiet since it’s seems to be louder than the original sound.  Heck, am I even making sense?  Perhaps, over-analyzing the sound a bit too much?

{Gasp} Did You Hear That?

{Gasp} Did You Hear That?


CONFESSION: (and those of you who know my philosophy on foods, get this- YES, IT’S TRUE)

I was 36 weeks pregnant with my third child.

It happened.  I saw that poster of french fries covered with queso cheese sauce and sprinkled with bacon.  It called for me to come into Carl’s JR.  It  Yep, my husband and I went in and had lunch there.

I was happily eating the cheesy meal, feeling it warm the insides of my enormous belly. A  who worked there  came over to me.  She was a fairly large woman who had half her teeth with a very friendly smile.  She said to me, “I hear you’re 36 weeks pregnant!”

Me ( surprised that she knew that about me): “Yes.”

She (spoke with a hint of a romantic tone): “Oh man, aren’t those fries just delicious?  Oh yes, they’re even better when you dip them in Ranch dressing. Oh yes.”

Me (silent because that is just about the most disgusting thing I had ever heard and that was just crossing the heart attack line–I mean, come on, french fries dripped in queso cheese sprinkled with bacon is bad enough as is…)

She started leaning towards me and I started to move away–then I realized she wanted to whisper in my ear.  I was going to explain to her that I don’t do well with whispering but decided against it.  I let her whisper in my ear.  I was amazed at how loud and clear it was.

This is what she whispered: “It’s almost as good as S-E-X!!!”   I opened my eyes wide like a very innocent child.  It was so loud that I was sure that my husband heard her.  I asked him with a “I can’t believe she said that” tone, “Did YOU hear that?”  He shook his head indicating that he hadn’t.

She proudly stood up and said out loud, “Almost..” and walked away.


Yes You Can, Mama!



This little child of mine is the only one in my family that loves hiking as much as I do.  It was a little windy.  Noises from nature were all around.  Some kind of noise happened.  “Mama?  What’s the noise?” asked the little child inquisitively. She looked at me with a wide grin with her head tilted slightly to one side.  I stood still for a moment trying to remember a sound that had just occurred.  I’m not even sure I heard a sound.  I looked at her innocently and replied, “I don’t know.  I didn’t hear the sound.”  “Yes, you do, mama!  You know.  What is it?” she said with an even bigger grin as if I was teasing her (which I often do).  It hit me – that moment that she thinks of me as perfect.  She’s still young.  I’m still her God.  I’m her protector.  I’m all-knowing.  For now.  I started wondering when that day will come when she realizes that her mum can’t hear very well.  Anyhow, for now, I’ll revel the moment(s) when she thinks I’m just perfect.  {Happy sigh}



The other day at work, I walked a young man to the office (for the school’s safety sake, we have been asked to walk “strangers” to the office). This young man was somewhat of a hippie, round glasses, hair pulled back in a pony tail and a tie die shirt. He seemed friendly. I think he was a volunteer for an after-school program.  I was doing my small talk~ sweet, friendly and welcoming. And, he signed back to me.

As I’ve gotten older, I don’t react as much. I used to get so angry. Angry because I know far more Spanish than I do sign language. I even know how to read and write in Hebrew. I know very little sign language. My parents chose to raise me as an oral speaker. Angry because I may still have that “deaf tone” and many kind strangers hear it and automatically start signing to me (if they know sign language). How dare they assume that I know the language. Not that signing is a crime. In fact, it’s very controversial which requires a whole different blog itself.

Assumptions are dangerous. It creates ignorance. According to Mirriam-Webster Online, ignorance means a lack of knowledge, understanding, or education. I’m sure the young gentleman wasn’t trying to be mean~ I’m sure he was a very nice man~ I’m sure he didn’t mean to make me feel angry~ I’m sure he would have felt bad if I told him that his assumption bothered me~ but whatever it was, it’s still ignorance.

All my life, I’ve had many comments about sign language: I want to learn sign language, it looks like ballet (I wonder what people who actually sign think of that statement); Oh, my baby know sign language, we’ve taken baby signing classes together. (Oh, I see); Oh I want my students to learn a song in sign language, can you help us? (Um. I don’t know sign language); It’s a shame that your parents didn’t teach you sign language, it makes me so sad (said one deaf woman to me).

I don’t mind if you ask me if I know the language. That’s probably a better thing to do instead of assuming.

I’m much more than a “hard of hearing” person. I don’t wake up in the morning reminding myself that I’m hard of hearing. Nowadays, my morning consists of nursing my little baby. I’m a mother first. Then the rest of me follows~ a woman, a wife, a teacher, a photographer, a write and back to being a mother again (because motherhood never really leaves me).


Accidental Silence

There is nothing quite as refreshing as  walking to work early in the morning.  My mind tends to wander moving from one thought to another.  Yesterday, my walk started out perfectly normal. Then all of sudden, my processor’s battery dies.  Just like that. Poof. Dead. The world suddenly becomes large. Colorful. Everything is enhanced. Things slow down quite a bit. The wind. Oh, the wind. There’s a very clear awareness of how gentle and soft the morning wind is. It blows  so sweetly on my face and through my hair. I hadn’t realized that it was blowing until silence appeared. The colors. Oh my! As I walked closer to the lake (I’m lucky enough to pass by a like on my walk), the reflections in the water! Reflections from the colorful cars as they pass by, the reflections from the trees, and even the reflections from the geese as they swim~ the colors are so vivid and so clear. The trees new green, green buds. How did I not notice the signs of spring?  Not only did I notice the wind and color, I felt my very being, my very existence.  I felt alive. Strong. I felt my every walking movement. My breathing~ breath going in, breath going out. It’s amazing how a different side of life appeared.  Just cancel out one sense and all the others heighten. This must be why we’re encouraged to take a moment each day to be alone and embrace silence (as much as possible)~ just to slow life down a bit and become aware of what’s going on around us.  I loved it all!

A Melody You Say?


My little one turned one a few days ago.  And, she got this caterpillar that makes music.  She loves it.  You press a button on it’s back, and it makes music.  She giggles, smiles a big smile and moves her little body as the music happens.  All I hear is ding, ding, DING, ding, you know.  I mean, noise right?  Well, my older daughter comes in and notices the new toy right away.  She presses a button and has a look of recognition on her face.  “Oh, it has a melody.  She nods her head with the music and then starts to sing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you….”  I stare at her in confusion.  I tried to so hard to see how the hell she could figure out the musical melody and sing along with it.  The music and the song simple DO NOT match to me.  Ah, the mysteries of the hearing world 🙂

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