From standing on the NYC subway and holding the strap-hang with my left hand for two decades while reading the newspapers (this was mostly before it was practical to read the news on a mobile device), I developed a ganglion cyst (actually two) which was starting to affect my mobility, not to mention being unsightly. At least the subway is my theory on how these developed. So even though I haven’t lived in NYC for ten years now, I had a surgery earlier this month to have them removed because they were getting bigger. “Bible bumps” do not effectively go away if they are hit with a big book or even drained at the doctor’s office. I wanted something that was sure to work, so the surgery required I be put under general anesthesia so they could be removed from a plastic surgeon by the root, which was all the way down to the tendon or bone. I had to wear a splint for two weeks, but fortunately it was not on my dominant hand, or I would have probably never had this done. My daughter visited me right after the surgery and brought me these beautiful flowers.