Yes, as a person who draws and writes, it would be the death of part of my soul to lose my hands, the part of me that I use to communicate my heart with the rest of the world.
...the more I think about it the more it scares me. I couldn't touch my husband's face or sooth my baby's tears without them. I couldn't cook like I love doing, playing with recipes and walking in circles around the kitchen, adding this and that, doodling on my grocery list. I couldn't play my favorite games or even dress myself without help.