Call Me Mrs Surgeon

None of my friends have performed breast surgery on themselves. Once upon a time, I had a little cyst. In my left breast. It was benign. Two doctors refused to take it out. GET IT OUT! a voice in my head said. I got a paring knife and made a little slit. The cyst popped out. It was ugly and red. I did not know there is a sac. You have to get the sac out too apparently. Two years later another cyst grew inside the sac. I told the nurse about my self-surgery. For an hour every nurse in that clinic made an excuse To come in and take a peek at me. I guess I am famous there or something. The doctor said “You’d never do that again, right?” The nurse said “A paring knife isn’t even sharp!” I said, “Tell me about it.”