|My Mom - who has unimpaired ears!|
I have attributed this to aging and genetics and grown somewhat used to turning my good right ear toward sounds I am trying to capture. I've gotten accustomed to missing much of what is said in movies or on television. I've even used the impairment to my advantage, pressing my good ear hard into the pillow at night so I don't hear Faith when she goes on a barking spree.
I have both complained and made jokes about the problem. It was only when the ringing and roaring in my ear became a constant distraction that I decided to seek help.
A visit with an ear, nose and throat specialist confirmed my difficulties. Monday's testing with an audiologist measured the extent of the problem. Something has damaged the nerve, the loss is defined as permanent and an MRI is scheduled for the end of May to investigate the cause.
It seems like a long time to wait and ponder. I will continue to release all of this into His hands, willing to be a sign and a wonder if He should choose to restore what has been called unrecoverable.
I will continue to open the ears of my spirit, which operate on a different wavelength. Hearing His voice doesn't need my damaged nerve, it simply needs my hungry heart.