Before I start I would like to say that if you are subscribed to any of my on-going stories that I've published in June or July to let you know I'm not going be able to update it because of school starting. Right now its August the 6th and school for me begins on the 19th so I have very little time to right. Plus my writing inspiration is terribly low and I'll most likely update when I'm finished with school (like on the weekends Friday (at around 4pm my time), Saturday and Sunday). I'm really sorry for making you guys wait but its for the best?

Also before explain what happened to me just to let you know I have NEVER had . Okay? NEVER had and possibly NEVER will.

Anyways some time during December or January I had been having a pain in my bum (my ). Though I only thought that it was possibly an itch so every day I would use ointment to rub it on that spot but it still wouldn't heal up. So I ignored it each day that went by I felt as though I was getting weaker. In my gym class its when the pain had increased, during our warm ups I tried to do a stretch and I couldn't do it. I told my gym teacher if I could go to the nurse's office (since my bum was hurting me again) and you know what she told me?

She smirks at me then chuckles, then pats my on my shoulder and says, "Man up Demetria."

I felt angry and pissed at her. Like really I was nearly in tears, so in return I didn't participate in any activities. Well I did but I didn't push my self to the limit I lacked in them earning myself a 40 for the day. Really I didn't care because when I got home I told my mom what my gym teacher told me and about the pain I had in my rear. Luckily for me my mom wasn't in her mode and she took me to the doctor three days later.

I went to the doctor and had my rear checked out on three different levels of the hospital. My personal doctor along with some others and a few nurses had to check out my rear (they spread my cheeks apart) and saw that I had a cyst. A cyst "is a closed pocket or pouch of tissue. It can be filled with air, fluid, pus, or other material." (from www.ncbi.gov) Plus if I hadn't asked my mom to go to hospital anytime sooner the cyst could have bust and killed me.

They were going to pop it while I was conscious but since I kept crying and begging them not to I had to go for a same-day surgery. So in short terms they popped it, filled the hole with some kind before cleaning it out with some kind of water, and I was able to leave. The nurses gave me a donut (it's a tube that I have to sit on shaped like a donut). But I had difficulty using it so I used a pillow to sit down.

Now each day I had to get my guaze changed, luckily for me again my mom used to be a nurse in her younger years and knew how to "pack" me with the guaze. However it hurt, badly, I had to use the painkillers the doctors gave me to numb me from the pain. I remember one night where it hurt so bad that I screamed and cried, thinking about it while typing it down right now is making me cry because of the pain I went through.

About a month later in February the hole of my cyst had finally closed and I was able to do P.E. again. Really I didn't want to do anything because after what my gym teacher told me. Then again I had to because of my grades they were slipping and I needed to bring them up. I couldn't do anything extreme though, the hole had JUST closed up and if I did anything crazy it could have opened.

Now its August and it's been seven months since I had this cyst. Right now I feel like its back again. My bum is hurting me in that same spot and whenever I sit down I feel like its going to pop. It seriously hurts. I looked up on every website to see if a cyst could grow back again but they're not of much help.

I just need some kind of help, support, anything that would tell me that the cyst is not coming back again.