This is a very touching article and it reminds me all too well that I most likely don't have that long before I go full-on deaf again. Now, ironically enough,

This is a very touching article and it reminds me all too well that I most likely don't have that long before I go full-on deaf again. Now, ironically enough, being deaf played a huge role in my appreciation for music. My condition led me to being completely deaf by the age of five, and a few years and a bunch of surgeries later, I had recovered a good part of my hearing (which I'll always be thankful for). Coming from a family where music had little to no presence, it really surprised my parents that I would develop a strong sense for music. I picked up piano as a kid and numerous other instruments in more recent years. I couldn't live without music, and I'm not saying this lightly, but being deaf is not the end of it. I would dare say that there's a dimension to music, or more generally speaking sound, that cannot be heard but can very much be felt. I've spent a great deal of time (and still do) feeling music/sound through my skin and my body, and maybe because losing a sense sharpens others, or maybe simply thanks to focus, I discovered and appreciated a completely different quality to sound. It might be easier to say because I've already gone through it, but I'm not particularly worried about losing my ears again. Sure it can be limiting at times, but being deaf comes with an interesting world of its own, one which I find myself longing for on occasions, as curious as it might sound.