Say one fine day, you're minding your own business when suddenly-
Most of your face is now a distant memory, and there's little hope of you leading a normal life.
But a group of doctors and surgeons band together and, in a history making operation, perform the world's first face transplant.
Early fears of rejection do arise, but they subside and the prognosis is good.
So, what do you do?
Well, if you're the French lady in question, you crack open a carton of Pall Malls and start to puffin' with your new lips.
Granted, I find it difficult to put myself in her shoes, but I'm fairly certain that most heart transplant patients don't go on a Thickburger bender.