Whispers on the Web - October 2005 - WebWhispers Nu-Voice Club
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<str<strong>on</strong>g>Whispers</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Web</strong> - <strong>October</strong> <strong>2005</strong><br />
3/30/08 8:22 PM<br />
But really, those are <strong>on</strong>ly fleeting thoughts that arise when I am at my most frustrated. For <strong>the</strong>se men, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
villages had accepted <strong>the</strong>m even without a new voice. They were treated quite well prior to my arrival. I was<br />
pleased to be able to help <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>y truly seemed to be thankful. I was grateful for <strong>the</strong> c<strong>on</strong>tacts made with<br />
folks from around <strong>the</strong> world that helped me to help <strong>the</strong>m. As much as I learned about electrolarynges and<br />
tracheoesophageal speech, I have come to realize that <strong>on</strong>e of <strong>the</strong> oldest and <strong>the</strong> simplest opti<strong>on</strong>s for talking<br />
after a laryngectomy has a vital role in certain situati<strong>on</strong>s and in certain parts of <strong>the</strong> world.<br />
BETWEEN FRIENDS<br />
D<strong>on</strong>na McGary<br />
"That which does not kill us makes us str<strong>on</strong>ger"<br />
The last time I talked to you,<br />
I ended my journals where I began?<br />
Life goes <strong>on</strong>.<br />
Our lives are not always about <strong>the</strong> cancer nor its l<strong>on</strong>g tentacles which insinuate <strong>the</strong>mselves into our everyday<br />
life. It is oftentimes a strange and difficult journey but <strong>on</strong>ce you get into <strong>the</strong> spirit of things it can be both eyepoppingly<br />
amazing and w<strong>on</strong>drously satisfying- despite <strong>the</strong> odds! Case in point?two roads?which given time,<br />
Dear Reader, will c<strong>on</strong>verge.<br />
First and foremost, my s<strong>on</strong> and <strong>on</strong>ly child was married Sept 17, <strong>2005</strong> to an absolute swee<strong>the</strong>art of a womanshe<br />
was new in his life when I first got sick and she has never wavered in her support of ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>on</strong>e of us. She<br />
is such a pretty sweet young thing I am not sure who is more in love with her, my s<strong>on</strong> or myself- she is truly<br />
<strong>the</strong> daughter I never had. At <strong>the</strong>ir wedding- a kind of down-home-ain?t those kids as cute as a bug in a rugtype<br />
thing when it?s a bunch of old Maine Yankees throwing <strong>the</strong> party- I danced with my s<strong>on</strong> to <strong>the</strong> Cyndi<br />
Lauper s<strong>on</strong>g ?True Colors?. I will never be <strong>the</strong> same.<br />
I love his adaptability. There were m<strong>on</strong>ths when I had no voice at all but he was <strong>the</strong> first to suggest that my<br />
Servox batteries could be hidden if I talked too much. He was <strong>the</strong> first to tease me and try it out himself and is<br />
always <strong>the</strong> first to defend me if I am uneasy.<br />
The love and support of my family and friends has always been a major bulwark in <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>going process of<br />
recovery and rejuvenati<strong>on</strong>. Rejuvenati<strong>on</strong> is an interesting word?I AM NOT getting younger, but I have been<br />
forced to re-invent myself repeatedly?perhaps I am not rejuvenating but reincarnating!<br />
Well, I USED to like to talk A LOT, but I can?t. Not <strong>the</strong> same way anyway. And I can?t do imitati<strong>on</strong>s or<br />
voices?.I can?t whisper or shout or sing Christmas Carols or laugh out loud. I can write down words that try<br />
to c<strong>on</strong>vey those expressi<strong>on</strong>s and sometimes I do it very well, but I can not use that certain low voice right in<br />
your ear that says I love you nor laugh out loud at your jokes. I can?t murmur. I no l<strong>on</strong>ger have sweet<br />
undert<strong>on</strong>es.<br />
So it was a bit of a shock to walk into <strong>the</strong> Park Plaza in Bost<strong>on</strong> and hear that distinctive buzz and rasp all<br />
around me. I heard myself at every turn. I saw myself and I was n<strong>on</strong>plussed. You could have knocked me<br />
over with a fea<strong>the</strong>r. And yet I was strangely disquieted. I couldn?t possibly sound like <strong>the</strong>se people. Face it,<br />
D<strong>on</strong>na, we have seen <strong>the</strong> enemy, and it is us! I still was hearing my old voice in my head and it was very hard<br />
to accept that wasn?t me anymore. I knew it?but sometimes it was just too much sitting in a class with all<br />
those terribly well-meaning SLP?s?I mean no disrespect-you all were great- but we have lost our voice and<br />
trying to learn to speak again is a mighty task and <strong>on</strong>e I hope and pray you never have to learn. It was hard for<br />
me to be <strong>the</strong> center of all that c<strong>on</strong>cern and well-meaning pity.<br />
I talk very well using my Servox and love my new T-shirt from Jim Lauder that says ?Servox?We have ways of<br />
making you talk.? I loved being around people who didn?t blink an eye or struggle to understand me, but I<br />
was disquieted. And I was disquieted that I was disquieted. I was uncomfortable seeing so many mirror<br />
images of myself coughing and clearing and discreetly and bravely managing while we buzzed and burped and<br />
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