Studying during the last semester of college was excruciating. It wasn't because of dull course work or lack of focus, but because of the constant ringing in my ears caused by tennitus. I had been to a quick clinic, thinking it was an ear infection. The doctor gave me antibiotics to clear up the fluid in my inner ear, saying the ringing was from a blocked tube. I had two weeks of gloriously silent studying.
After graduation, I decided that I had the time on my hands to actually see an ear, nose and throat specialist. I went in thinking that I may be facing some sort of bad ear infection that required the insertion of tubes, but I never thought of anything beyond that. After an entertaining hearing test--I recommend everyone to get their hearing checked--the doctor informed me that I had hearing loss of low tones in my right ear. Just when I started thinking that I could deal with hearing loss of the tones affiliated with whale sounds, he goes on to inform me that I had to have an MRI to check for a tumor on the nerves in my inner ear. Worse, he informs me that my hearing loss appears to be the early onset of Meinere's Disease. What's Meinere's Disease, you might ask? It's an inner ear disease that affects balance and hearing.
I admit that having a doctor throwing words like "tumor" and "disease" around absolutely scared the crap out of me! I'll even admit to shedding a few tears in the parking lot. What can I say? I'm a music lover! I'm not talking about being a fan of a musician or a band. I have a strong passion for music that cannot be put into words--I can't imagine life without it. On top of this, I'm a musician myself and can't imagine not being able to hear the tones of my piano or the low pitches on my flute.
By the time I made it home, I'd come to terms with my hearing loss and decided that I was being petty, selfish and unappreciative of the blessings I had in my life. There are so many people who are going through issues in their lives much worse than mine. I may not be able to get back the hearing that I've already lost, but I can refuse to accept that it's going to get worse. I've decided that I'm going to just believe my prayers leave it in God's hands.
I don't want to go off on a long-winded, religious rant, but being a Christian in this day and age can be a challenge. People demand proof and evidence of a higher being, but they cannot see beyond their scientific reasoning and understand that a relationship with God required nothing more than faith. I don't mean to go off the deep end--I can practically see people exiting out of my blog right now--but I feel like I should have a right to state my beliefs at well.
Let me just say, I'm not the crazy Westboro Baptist Church kind of Christian! You can ask anyone. I believe that Christianity is supposed to be a faith-based personal relationship with God in which you lead your life as an example to others. My point to all this rambling is that I want to add one of my favorite Bible verses, Ecclesiastes 3, to remind myself that in life there is a time for everything.
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A atime to be born, and a time to bdie; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
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