Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers.  It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease.  I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb.  However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of what they are becoming.  They are less than limbs now and I think I want them removed.  Though this possibility has grown unlikely as my fingers have fused together and I don’t think I can grip the cleaver.