If you're anything like us, that last sentence raised several questions: What? How? And, Oh God, why? As to the what: The doctor who was doing her amputation had offered her a spot in this transplant study, Jane explains: "He let my hands self-amputate so I would have as much living tissue as possible." Our next question, asked with extreme trepidation: How?
"They basically let them just fall off," Jane says. "My hands first got necrotic, so they turned black. I would go to therapy for my hands to get all the dead tissue off, and my fingers -- there was a whirlpool treatment for my skin where I would get in the whirlpool and my fingers would just fall off. I think it was my pinkie the first time. There was just nothing left for them to hang onto." She cheerfully points out: "It made other people more uncomfortable than it did me." Our new hot tub phobia can attest to that.
"Don't imagine what's in the filter, don't imagine what's in the filter, don't imagine-"