In chambers of the chest, where life does beat,
Cardiomegaly's shadow takes its seat,
An enlarged heart, a sign of deeper plight,
Its whispers tell of battles, day and night.
High blood pressure, the silent foe within,
It drives the heart to swell, to strain, to spin,
Yet not alone, for valves and arteries,
Can lead to this, a heart's calamities.
Symptoms manifest, like whispers in the breeze,
Short breath and tiredness, like autumn leaves,
Irregular rhythms dance, a solemn song,
Fluid's cruel embrace, where swelling's throng.
Diagnosis, a quest for truth, so keen,
With echos and blood tests, we intervene,
To find the cause, the root of this embrace,
And tread the path to heal, with steady grace.
Treatment's goal, to soothe the heart's lament,
With lifestyle shifts, and meds that are sent,
To quell the pressure, mend the weakened parts,
To mend the soul, where cardiomegaly starts.
In dire straits, when all else seems to fade,
Surgery may be the choice that's made,
Valves repaired, or a new heart to bear,
A second chance at life, to breathe fresh air.
In cardiomegaly's grip, we strive,
To mend the heart, to make it come alive,
Timely care, the key to brighter days,
In this poetic dance, our hope always stays.
