Changing Cochleas, Part 3: Horns, Hisses & Hugs (Activation)

On January 12, 2017, I received my cochlear implant (CI) at Sunnybrook Health Sciences Centre in Toronto.  This article is the third in a series, “Changing Cochleas”, in which I share this new segment in my lifelong pursuit of better communication. (Read Part 1 and Part 2.)

As a writer about hearing loss, the brand of my hearing aids has seldom been relevant to my writing.  But cochlear implant organizations not only produce the technology but also play an important role in helping recipients successfully adjust to a new way of hearing. So, in writing about my CI experience, I also write about the brand I chose, Cochlear. I know many people who have happily and successfully chosen to be implanted with other brands of CI technology.

What’s important is that we have all been given the opportunity for improved hearing—and took it.

 

February 6, 2017, just one day out of my life, but with so many expectations hanging on it that I was reluctant to get out of bed.

Three weeks and four days after my cochlear implant (CI) surgery, this was the day of “switch on”, the activation of the device – and potentially the dawn of a new hearing life according to the messages of encouragement I’d been receiving for months from people who had been implanted.  You won’t believe how your life will change, the new world ahead of you, they wrote.  It was a very high bar.

My family and friends were also looking forward to the activation. These were the people who live with my hearing loss, who repeat half of what they say to me, who speak louder or softer depending on my requests, who point out sounds that I need to hear (car coming!) and who let other sounds, unimportant to the moment, simply pass me by. These are my hearing people who are hoping that, soon, I might be able to hear like them.  An unbelievably high bar.

I didn’t want any of us to be disappointed, so I had dialed down my internal excitement. As we drove to the hospital for the appointment, I settled on middle-bar expectations. At one end of the scale, I felt confident I would hear something, like bells, whistles, beeps. At the other end, I know people who were using the phone almost immediately. But I wasn’t planning any phone calls that day with the new processor. My goals were simple: learn how to get the Kanso Sound Processor on and off, hear something, and maybe—dare I hope for this—to understand what people were saying with the help of speechreading.

The Hearing Husband and I crammed into the audiologist’s office. Doug was filming the activation; he was so excited that I hoped he could keep the camera steady in the event of any big, teary aha moment. My other worry was that I’m a public speaker and actor, and my sort tend to perk up and ‘perform’ when there’s a camera or audience; I wanted to be honest and focused on the activation, not the creation of an emotional Facebook video.

We quickly got down to business. Rebecca, the audiologist, connected the sound processor with the computer to ensure the electrodes are doing their job and receiving signals from the sound processor. 

Ah, my beautiful new processor; since I had last seen the dummy version, the Kanso had grown—in my mind—to the size of a free-run dinosaur egg, but in reality it was like a small, flat chicken egg. After we practiced turning it on (easy) and off (slightly less so), my hand moved the device slowly to the general area of slight swelling on my head. My fumbling was short-lived because when the Kanso gets close to that sweet spot, it almost jumps into place—the magnets are powerful.

All 22 electrodes in that “perfect 1 ½ turns” had reported for active duty; this was good news. Setting the volume level turned out to be the most difficult task of the day, because my tinnitus was in full swing. Rebecca ‘played’ a series of either beeps, and I had to hold up the corresponding number of fingers, 2, 3 or 4.

I can’t speak for all people with hearing loss, but in hearing ‘tests’, many of us operate with our darker nature—we try to cheat. There are many reasons, but it boils down to not wanting to give the wrong answer, or to prove we don’t have hearing loss after all. But here I was, demonstrably deaf and recently implanted—there was no reason to hide what I could or could not ‘hear’. Still, I wanted to hold up the correct number of fingers, regardless of what I heard.

The first few beeps went well. But then they got quieter and my tinnitus got louder, so I started wiggling a few friendly fingers at her in the hope that she’d see the correct combination.  She’d ask, “Is that 3 or 4 fingers?” and I’d reply “Yes.”  But Rebecca is used to people like me and she managed to get an accurate reading.

What did the voices sound like? All the same. Rebecca’s, Doug’s, mine—all of us sounded like loud braying horns, with no variation in tone, inflection, pitch and there was definitely no resonance. It was R2D2 on drugs. A robot learning English. Playing Beethoven on a pipe organ with just one note, over and over again. But hey!  I could hear those sounds and the break between the words. I could understand them too, with the help of speechreading.  Hooray for me!

Then came the sound tests—without the speechreading. I was shown a card with pictures such as a mouse, truck and airplane, and their related sounds such as eee, ahh, and mmm.  Rebecca covered her mouth and I had to identify the sound she was making. It’s amazing how much eee sounds like mmm when both are played on horns in your head. I made Rebecca cover her eyes too, because eye shape can change with certain mouth movements. I got a passing grade.

Then came the math test—Rebecca spoke random single digit numbers, which I tried to repeat. I did ‘fine’, especially with sibilant numbers such six and seven. The horn sounds were punctuated with loud hisses that indicated ‘s’, ‘sh’, and even ‘t’ sounds, which I’ve seldom heard before. Now, I’m awash in bubbly sibilance; it’s like bathing in champagne. (Note: 5 days later, I’m sitting at the table as my husband randomly tests me on numbers from 1 through 999. I’m proud to report I got most of them right. 50’s sound like 30’s but apart from those, I’m one amazing number-hearer!)

Rebecca said she was pleased with my work. (But would she have told me if I was below average, or that it was clear that I was going to have work harder than other CI recipients?) The meeting ended with a Cochlear backpack full of ‘stuff’ that will be part of my go-forward hearing life: remotes, microphones, batteries and related paraphernalia, as well as chargers and instruction booklets for everything. By the time my first mapping session comes around next week, I will hopefully have made sense of some of it. I’ve also received my marching orders…practice, practice, practice and wear the CI for full days until I to to bed, which would be early during the coming week.

Rebecca and I hugged. I’m on my way.

 

Next in the Changing Cochleas series:  Part 4 – Celebrating CI with 1000 New Friends”

Thank you to Cochlear Americas and to HearingHealthMatters.org for their support in the development of the “Changing Cochleas” series.  As always, my choices and opinions are mine alone.

About Gael Hannan

Gael Hannan is a writer, speaker and advocate on hearing loss issues. In addition to her weekly blog for HearingHealthMatters.org, which has an international following, Gael wrote the acclaimed book "The Way I Hear It: A Life with Hearing Loss". She is regularly invited to present her uniquely humorous and insightful work to appreciative audiences around the world. Gael has received many awards for her work, which includes advocacy for a more inclusive society for people with hearing loss. She lives with her husband on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

6 Comments

  1. So happy to have found your articles and know that the operation went well. Now you are on your way. Sounds like a lot of hard work ahead but you are strong. Cannot wait to see you once again on Friday nights in the ‘hood’ ( Deep Cove ) Much love to you.

    1. Linda, hi! Thanks for the words of support. Looking forward to getting back to North Saanich. Stay tuned with the blogs!

  2. I am enjoying reading of your progress with my fingers and toes crossed and the odd little request to the guy upstairs that you have a safe trip and happy landing

  3. Hi Gail, I can only tell you after 25 years with an Implant that it will get better over time as your brain adjusts to what it hears and remembers sounds. It also keeps getting better over time as I found out when I got my newest processor last year. Still hearing more things and better than I did before. I did not hear on the phone at first and didn’t try. So the first indication I had that I could hear without speechreading was the car radio. Keep on trying and good luck.

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