Six months ago, we made the painful decision that Princess would undero a double Mastoidectomy.
She had suffered ear infections her entire life. She was also rapidly losing hearing.
It is not a pretty surgery. Or recovery. Six hours under the knife and almost a year for a full recovery.
There are no guarantees that hearing will be restored. In fact, it could be worse. Much worse. The main goal was to eliminate the infection near her brain with the hope of restoring some hearing.
She failed her first hearing test.
Last month, she had her ears completely scraped out--also traumatic--and cleaned.
Then she had another hearing test, which she failed.
She wasn't even close to the normal range.
The surgeon said it could be a million things--she wasn't really interested in the test, her ears were still swollen, or maybe, she need hearing aides.
Today we went for her fourth test. We knew if she failed this one, she'd need a hearing aid.
I watched her go into the booth. And I could hear the sounds and I watched her throw the ball in response to each ping.
The audiologist was almost giddy as she graphed her results.
"She can hear it! She can hear it! She can hear it!" She exclaimed as the pings got softer and softer.
So in the end, the Princess has completely normal hearing in her right ear. She can hear whispers and the wind blowing in the trees. Her left ear isn't as good. She is slightly below normal, which means she could not hear whispers.
But, the brain compensates for it. Isn't that amazing how God made our bodies?
As we drove home, I knew once again her little life had been touched by grace.
She has been given the gift of hearing.
And what a glorious gift it is.