As Tom said, when I told him: “Get the hip hop on her!”
At last, some good news. Some great news, in fact. Maggie passed her hearing test this morning.
I did think about bunging a load of exclamation marks at the end of that sentence but, really, mere words (and punctuation) couldn’t begin to convey how happy we are about this.
The main thing is that she can hear. But the joy of that is made all the sweeter by the fact that it’s so good to have good news for a change. And it’s significant good news too.
The audiology nurse reckons Maggie’s hearing will be perfectly fine. At the moment she can hear speaking voices at a normal level. She’s not quite picking up on whispering type levels but she thinks this may be due to a spot of glue ear.
Glue ear? Here.
Of course, this means that she’s better equipped for learning and progress - another channel for brain stimulation. Like I know what I’m talking about. But I’d imagine that it makes it all a bit easier. And let’s face it, on a purely practically level it’d have been a pain in the arse her being deaf as well.
But the real joy comes with knowing that she can listen to music. And to me shouting at the telly.
I know it’s a bit corny (and literal) including a song called I Can Hear Music in this post. But it is genuinely one of my favourite songs. The Beach Boys’ version anyway, featuring Carl Wilson on lead (who was also responsible for the peerless vocal on God Only Knows). What a voice. It makes me so happy to know that Maggie will be able to hear it too.
And this. Imagine going through life not being able to hear something as great as this: