A Hand for A Life
by Tom - 23 November 2008
I could start this account by saying I’ve always wanted to be an amputee for as long as I can remember. I could recall very old memories, but the most vivid one – and the most significant - is a dream I had when I was about eleven. In that dream I could quite straightforwardly remove my left hand from the end of my arm by pulling on it with a slight twist. I could also put it back, but it felt a lot better without it. Not having a hand at the end of my left forearm just felt right.
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