Scruffiey
Member
- Jan 18, 2025
- 68
- Tinnitus Since
- 10/2024
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Noise Exposure, Acoustic Shock & Possible ETD
Sigh… back to hoping for a terminal diagnosis, or wondering at what point my family might understand if I choose to go to Dignitas. I want to live, even if only for a short while, as long as it can be lived fully and with some certainty. The potential cures that once gave me hope no longer seem like they are going to be a good fit for me.
I was never particularly enthusiastic about life even before tinnitus and hyperacusis, but at least I could still dream of a better future. I could take a holiday now and then, enjoy a meal at a restaurant with family, or have a normal conversation without worrying that my ears would feel like open wounds the next day or suddenly decide to increase their ringing to unbearable levels.
I never wanted much—just a peaceful life. I wanted to take in the quiet beauty of the world, to have a cup of coffee with a kind face once a week, and someone to share a bed with at night. Now life feels like an exercise in endless, lonely suffering, only to spare others a temporary kind of pain.
What am I really holding on for? Thirty more years of waiting, just to maybe get ten good years if a cure finally arrives? And by then, the people I held on for may already be gone, or soon will be?
I was never particularly enthusiastic about life even before tinnitus and hyperacusis, but at least I could still dream of a better future. I could take a holiday now and then, enjoy a meal at a restaurant with family, or have a normal conversation without worrying that my ears would feel like open wounds the next day or suddenly decide to increase their ringing to unbearable levels.
I never wanted much—just a peaceful life. I wanted to take in the quiet beauty of the world, to have a cup of coffee with a kind face once a week, and someone to share a bed with at night. Now life feels like an exercise in endless, lonely suffering, only to spare others a temporary kind of pain.
What am I really holding on for? Thirty more years of waiting, just to maybe get ten good years if a cure finally arrives? And by then, the people I held on for may already be gone, or soon will be?