I used to always say that after the resurrection, I wanted a better chest and fewer moles. In The Book of Mormon, Alma teaches, “The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul; yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body; yea, even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame.” (Alma 40:23) Shouldn’t we be able to submit some kind of wish for a “proper and perfect frame”? Maybe there should be a spot on the tithing slip for this.
Now however, my desires have changed. I can deal with being flat chested and spotty; my ultimate wish would be to get my hands back.
I lost my hands in October of 2011. I had been happily sleeping in on a Saturday morning. The sun was streaming in through my window, nudging me awake. I groggily stretched and noticed that my right hand was numb. Thinking I must have been sleeping on it, I fully expected the numbness to go away in a few minutes.