I was the first child of my family, a prized trophy to behold. Everything was perfect about me, except for one thing.
At nine months old, my cousin and I, two weeks apart, were playing together. Our names were called. Katie looks up, I did not. I continued to play with my toys as if nothing happened. My name was called again. Once again, I did not respond.
My parents were stricken. For months, they went from doctor to doctor, trying to figure out what went wrong. I tried several things, from hearing aids to tubes in my ears. None of these techniques worked.
Finally, I was taken to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. The doctors there took one look at me, and without hesitation, proclaimed that I was profoundly deaf. Thus began the process of discussing the option of cochlear implants.
My parents made the decision to begin the procedure of getting me a cochlear implant.
To Be Continued:
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