Amidst the breath of life, a silent foe takes hold,
Within the chest, where crimson rivers flow.
Lung cancer's name, a whispered, fearsome word,
A tale of cells rebelling, undisturbed.
Two forms it wears, a dual-faced, cruel guise,
Non-Small Cell, a stealthy, veiled surprise.
And Small Cell, swift, with aggression, bound,
In history's smoke, its roots often found.
Genetic dance, mutations take the stage,
Unleashing chaos, with relentless rage.
Cells divide, their purpose, now deceived,
As tumors grow, where once they were believed.
Tobacco's dance, the most common waltz,
Inhaled by lungs, where tragedy unfolds.
Both active and the passive, both must bear,
The burden of increased risk they share.
Radon's hidden threat, asbestos lurking near,
Air's poisoned breath, a toxin we must fear.
In polluted skies, the danger soars above,
A family's legacy, a whispered, somber glove.
Symptoms manifest, a body's cry for grace,
Persistent coughs, a painful, haunting chase.
Chest's heavy ache, a weight that won't recede,
In whispered blood, a truth they must concede.
Early whispers heard, may grant a fighting chance,
For treatments varied in the oncology dance.
With surgery, radiation, or chemo's care,
Hope emerges, amidst the tangled snare.
Targeted therapy, a precise, sharp spear,
Immunotherapy's promise, ever near.
A team of healers, gathered, side by side,
To battle lung cancer's relentless tide.
Prognosis varies, with the stage's call,
A delicate balance, life's rise and fall.
In early stages, hope's light may gleam,
In late encounters, still, we dare to dream.
Lung cancer's tale, a fight both fierce and bold,
In the lungs, where stories are often told.
A journey marked by courage, love, and might,
To conquer shadows and emerge into the light.
