“Margaret, I would never hurt you. But I made a decision without asking you, and you have every right to be angry with me.”
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside was my old hearing aid. I froze.
For the past twelve years, my hearing had been gradually deteriorating. At first, I couldn’t hear the television properly.
Then I began struggling to hear my grandchildren’s voices.
During the last two years, I could barely understand Robert when he spoke to me.
Years earlier, doctors had told me that ordinary hearing aids were no longer enough.
I’d refused further examinations. I was terrified of being disappointed again. But Robert had never given up.
For months, he’d been contacting specialists, sending them the results of my previous medical examinations, and trying to find out whether a special implant could help someone with my type of hearing loss.
