When a cyst comes off, there’s a good chance it will bleed, a good possibility it will tear and a good likelihood it will burst into tiny bits.
And when the swelling subsides, the pain can be worse.
The first time I got my first cyst removed was in 2008.
It was the same year my daughter’s first birthday was.
My doctor told me to stop taking antibiotics and I thought, ‘Why not?’
But after a year or two, the swelling went away and I started to feel better.
I’d had cysts removed before, but I didn’t know what to expect.
I wasn’t sure if I’d be OK.
So I started doing a lot of research.
I looked at the websites of specialists and got a lot more information.
I was pretty surprised by how little the information was.
I did some research and I found that the main cause of cyst shrinkage is infection.
And if you have an infection, you’re more likely to have cysts that grow back than those that don’t.
It turns out that the cyst in my case was a cystic fibrosis (CF) infection.
There’s no treatment for CF, but the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation (CFF) and the Cyst Treatment Association of America (CTAA) are both trying to help people with CF, and there’s an online support group that can help you get information and support.
I went online and I searched for a cysts expert, and I was shocked by how much information there was.
They had a good idea of what it looked like and they were willing to give me a referral to a specialist if I needed it.
So I started looking for the specialist I wanted.
The doctor I was referred to was not a specialist in cysts.
But he had been doing a bit of research on the topic and he was willing to talk about cyst treatment.
The cysts in my daughter were so large that he told me he would need to amputate the cysts to remove them.
I didn, too.
I felt like I had been lied to, but he was right.
He removed them.
The cysts were not painful anymore, and they didn’t hurt.
The specialist told me that I had to have a bone spur removed, and he said that it would take two to three weeks to do that.
The next day I went to see my GP.
I got a call from the cystic surgeon that said he was in.
He asked if I had any questions, and when I asked him how many cysts I had, he said, “I think we have one, sir.”
He told me it was about 3cm long.
He said I could leave it out for two weeks if I wanted to, and it would be OK if I did.
So then I called my mum, who is the surgeon.
I said, ‘Mom, I have three cysts and I don’t know where to put them.’
She was worried and said, `Are you kidding me?’
So I said OK, and she left the room and called the ambulance.
The ambulance took me to hospital, where I had surgery to remove all the cystad tissue.
It took about six hours.
It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to stop my daughter from bleeding.
I was a bit overwhelmed at first, but after a week I started feeling better.
I did the usual things, like eating and exercising, but when I went home, I felt really strong.
I’m still in recovery.
My daughter has never had cystic pain before, and we’ve had no problems since.
I can’t wait to get back to school, so I can get back on the bike and go back to running and running again.