After a five month wait, Hubby went for a minor op. on his ears this morning, he had to be there for 7am – I’m not a lot of good so early in the morning. However, we were on time and left him in the good hands of the nurses. Waiting back at home, I didn’t feel much like breakfasting, my mouth was dry and I paced around wondering what to do for the next ? hours. I kept telling myself this is your husband, not one of the kids in the family, everything will be fine, it made not a scrap of difference. Relief finally came five hours later to say he was ready to be picked up, so off we went. The miracles of modern medical practises are astounding; he had a general anaesthetic and is now sitting reading the paper as if nothing has happened – and sheer bliss, he can hear me again, I trust he thinks it is bliss also! Plus, we shall no longer need the volume on the TV at something like 52 and I shall not have to act as a translator when in company. It is a sad fact, and I hate to say this, that a deaf person is often treated as if they are not fully with it and until you have to deal with deafness this is not something you realise happens. It has made both of us very aware of the problems that a permanently deaf person faces.