Hmm...Should I Be Concerned?

Last year, I had a cyst removed from my upper back. Eeew! Actually, it was more in the shoulder/neck area, about an inch away from the spine. Fortunately, the doctor was able to remove it in the office and stitch me right there. It was a minor, routine procedure which lasted about twenty minutes. The incision healed just fine, and since I was told that cutting the growth out meant that it was unlikely to return, I figured that was the end of it. Well, guess what? Yep, right there in the same spot, directly underneath the scar from the first one. It's baaaaack! I've read that cysts can have a network of roots, and if you don't get the whole thing out, contrary to what this particular doctor told me, they will often return. Evidently, she didn't get all of it. At least that's what I'm hoping. If not, something else a little scarier is going on. The biopsy result on the first one was benign, as they usually are with cysts. Then again, who knows? She could have been wrong about that too!

At some point, I suppose I'll have to get this looked at again. But I don't think I want to go back to the same doctor for all of the obvious reasons. I mentioned this to my father the last time we spoke, and he laughed at me. This came as no surprise since he's insane. He said, "I had one of them things in my shoulder for forty-three years and never went to see a doctor about it."

Had?

Yeah, "had."

One day, on a whim he decided to take a knife and a mirror and remove it himself. Eeew, again! I don't think I'll try that method, although the last time I saw him gangrene hadn't set in yet. So, maybe I'm just worried about nothing after all.