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.
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