Cochlear journey of inspiration and hope.

I first heard about this when I was still living in Rhodesia about a year after I went deaf. To the best of my knowledge this was first started by a Professor House, in Los Angeles, America.Needless to say I was mad keen to have it at this stage in my life, but now the problems started.I needed to raise all the capital to pay for this and it was extremely expensive. Firstly, I would have to stay in L.A. for a minimum of 6 months and that was not counting the cost of hospitalisation and the surgical costs which don’t come cheap, even then. Sadly, my parents although reasonably wealthy farmers could not afford this. Then I was told that as my accident occurred in the army, that they would finance this. However trying to get hold of the Colonel in charge of this was tough going but eventually this occurred. He was OK but, they didn’t want to really finance this if they could help it. The long and short of it was that they believed it was still in the experimental stage and they would not finance it accordingly, unless we (my parents and I) could show compelling evidence to the contrary.Saddened and disheartened by this we went about gathering the evidence. Moreover this took a long time,being Rhodesian we weren’t exactly the most popular people in the world at that time.At long last we had gathered enough evidence and took it back to the Army. Well, lamentably, they then turned around and said, ”in that case if there is anywhere in Africa within the next four years that the operation could be done they would not finance an American trip?”

In 1981, I decided to visit America with the intention of ending up in Los Angeles and visiting Professor House about the Cochlear implant. But firstly, New York, then Nantucket, then Boston, Miami, Houston and finally LA. I’m not going to bore you with my American trip, except to say; what a magnificent country and such wonderful, generous people IE.I met a couple of guys in a pub and we had a real party(well it’s nice to be young) and we arranged to meet again for lunch the next day. It ensued that one of them had a dad who was head of Chase Manhattan Bank and he told his dad what my plans were, whereupon his dad promptly offered to pay for me having an implant, all expenses paid. Can you believe it? Unfortunately, I could never accept charity and I never will.Eventually I got to LA and saw Prof. House and he said that within the foreseeable future there would be no improvement in the implant. Still only implanting one channel, or electrode. At this stage, I had passed my Diploma, was playing 1st.class cricket, had no real problems with women and was more or less used to being deaf, so I went on hold; but God bless America.

I was still farming in Zimbabwe, but already things are deteriorating rapidly. Then in 1983 I got married and in May 1984 my first daughter was born and we named her Dagny. Very shortly after she was born I had finally had enough of Mugabe and his

regime and decided to move.I have no regrets in my life, but I have to say that at this time I made the biggest mistake in my life. My wife was mad keen to go to Australia, but I couldn’t handle the politics of the country at that time, saying to myself, that anywhere that could choose a union leader as Prime Minister was not for me. In retrospect it was a massively silly mistake, but whats done is done. The other option was Ireland but no-one was really keen on this. Anyway I went to look at South Africa and was offered a job there as a Farm Manager in Nelspruit and decided to take it up.I left Zimbabwe with $500 in my back pocket and a wife and 3 month old baby. Within the space of a year I went into partnership with a friend of mine and leased a farm. He carried on working where he was and I ran the new place. Three years later we dissolved the partnership and I bought the farm and thereafter went steadily downhill.

In 1989 on a routine visit to my Doctor he mentioned to me that he had just done a call-up (routine spell in the Army ) and one of the chaps with him was a Surgeon who had just been allowed to do the cochlear implant. The first ever in Africa. He arranged for me to visit him in Cape Town at Tygerberg Hospital.

Well I had a preliminary appointment with the

Cochlear Ear Implant division at Tygerberg Hospital in the Cape. Amongst great excitement my wife and I had to plan getting there which is a three day drive from where we lived and that’s pushing it. By this time I had another baby, this time a boy Michael. So we arranged for them to stay with neighbouring friends of ours and furthermore had to arrange someone to look after the farm etc. as the tests would take at least a week and then all the accommodation to arrange in Cape Town which has to be one of the most beautiful places on earth.At this stage of the Implant no-one was sure of the long term effects of having an electrical device so close to the brain. Consequently you had to undergo deep physiological and psychiatric assessment and this took a couple of days. Then onto the great man himself Professor Wagenfeld, who would do the surgery, for like a preliminary assessment of your worth. I hasten to add that at this time they would only implant people who were profoundly deaf and certainly not children for the reasons listed above.This is a very complex surgical procedure and requires people of extraordinary skill and in Prof. Wagenfeld we had a master and I think he was already a professor by the time he was 26 years old, so you can see the calibre of the man I had.

Back home and a mad dash trying to sort everything and talk the Bank Manager into extending my overdraft so I could pay for

everything. To my eternal gratitude he was all for this and gave me a lot of concessions and to this day is one of the finest men I have ever known.Then a big party was held for me at my neighbours Willie and Sherry. When I got there, I could not believe how many people were there and was slightly taken aback. Later Willie made a speech and presented me with a cheque. Unbeknown to me he had organised many farmers and had arranged for them to donate a tobacco bale each with the proceeds to go towards my Implant.It was a size-able amount of money and was just the cherry on top of the cake. I mentioned earlier that I don’t accept charity, but I was staggered by this and knew it would be extremely churlish to refuse, so gratefully accepted and made an impromptu speech.

Shortly afterwards my wife and I flew down to Cape town for the op. Everything went like clockwork and I spent about a week in hospital, then flew back home. It takes about 3 months to heal and then back again to the Cape for what we termed “Switch On” for when they finally hook you on to your Speech Processor to ascertain whether you can finally hear or not.

Before I forget, remember when I was in LA and had been told that in the foreseeable future there would be no improvements.

Well here I was 9 years later having been implanted with 22 channels not one. The technological advances in such a short time are mind blowing and they get better.The next process would take about 6 weeks so decided the family could do with a holiday. So we drove down to the Cape, hired a house on the beach front. The wife and kids had a ball while I trotted off to the hospital.What happens is they attach your speech processor to a computer and gradually bring you up from when you can first hear up to comfortable levels. I won’t go into details as it is quite complicated and already this piece is long enough and there’s still more to go.

Well YESIREEEEEEEEEEEEE I can hear again although it’s so different.

Then came a long process of rehabilitation, which basically entails teaching you how to hear again and recognising everyday sounds etc. It’s also complicated. It takes about six weeks and then you are done, fine tuning you along the way.

To the best of my knowledge what happens is that your brain has forgotten what sound is and has to be taught again. Also depending how severe your nerve loss was. In other words every patient is different and some do better than others.

It’s a tough call, depends where you are coming from. In the beginning they asked me to write an article for their magazine, on

my impressions of the Implant. Truthfully, I knew a deaf joke which epitomised it for me and wrote that. Well everybody was furious with me and was barely on speaking terms and my wife said, ”what do you expect Kevin, it was a stupid thing to do.”Years later I saw this joke posted all over the implant division and thought to myself, “well they finally learnt”. Of course they never published it.However eventually they published something. Actually I was no.13 but they thought that was unlucky, so here goes;Kevin Moor(No.14)was here in May and wrote the following. ( 17 years ago.)

Well it takes a bit of getting used to. Essentially, in my case anyway, you just hear sound. Simply, I will hear you talking but I

won’t understand what you are saying, so am still reliant on lip-reading. Subconsciously however, you are hearing more than you realise, so your lip-reading skills tend to take a dive.With somebody I know well and who knows how to talk to me;(the wife for example). I will get 60% of what she is saying to me without having to revert to lip-reading. That’s only if I have a clue what her subject matter is, without that, I would be lucky to get 10%. With people I don’t know so well, the percentages come down.It’s still a miracle, whichever way you look at it. Learning to understand music again was a big battle and was undoubtedly the thing I was most looking forward to. Initially I could not make heads or tails of it and was disenchanted.But by persistently practising listening to songs I could remember and reading the lyrics whilst I was listening, I finally began to hear the singing again. As it turned out my two favourite songs;

1. A Whiter Shade of Pale
and
2.Bridge Over Troubled Waters

I could never follow them. Lately however,with my latest upgrade I can follow both these songs and this gives me enormous pleasure.

From the time he was small, my son, never really saw eye to eye with me for some reason, totally beyond my

comprehension.Very soon after the implant, we were having breakfast together and when I turned my back on him to go back to work. He called me, I’m not going to pretend I got what he said. The point is that I heard him, stopped and turned around so I could lip-read; whereupon he asked, “can I come with you?”.So I put him on the motorbike and took him to the lands. From that moment we were mates. Consequently, I’m forever grateful for the Implant. There he was always seeing his dad walk past him. Oddly this was never the case with Dagny. I guess, every body’s different? Well those are my three kids as seen a few years ago at my son’s twenty first birthday party. A lot of water has run under the bridge since then too.

When I had my first Speech Processor, it was about the size of a small novel and I had to wear a holster over my shoulder to support it.

However, the technological advances since the beginning, have been staggering. Shortly after my first one. I got an improvement, known as the Spectre 22 and it was about the size of a packet of twenty cigarettes. My current one is the Esprit 3 G, snazzy hey! I hope that now gives everyone more of an idea of the amazing advances. So sorry but cannot seem to find a photo anywhere of my original. Comes from being obsolete. See my processors here

Now they are implanting children with 24 channels and there is even more improvement in the processor. Unfortunately I could only get that by being re-operated on, but the technology is superior.

The last thing that I want to say is that since living in Ireland, my case has been taken over by Beaumont Hospital in Dublin and it is GRATIS.It’s given me a lot to think about.The government basically pay for the Implant for profoundly deaf people.I always made my own way, more or less.Which do you think is right?