Benign whispers, a gentle hum,
Non-cancerous dreams where troubles come.
They sprout and grow with a quiet grace,
Yet, in their presence, we find a trace.
No invasion, no sinister spread,
Just a presence where they quietly tread.
Troublesome perhaps, depending on size,
In the symphony of cells, they harmonize.
Malignant forces, a darker art,
Cancerous whispers tearing life apart.
They reach beyond, with an ominous might,
Invading tissues in the silent night.
Through bloodstream rivers and lymphatic streams,
They embark on ominous, malignant dreams.
Life-threatening specters, they loom and sway,
In the body’s realm, they hold their sway.
Epithelial tales, a carcinoma’s birth,
In the tapestry of tissues, weaving worth.
Connective tissues, a sarcoma’s embrace,
As life’s fragile threads they dare to erase.
Genetic scripts and environmental rhymes,
The causes diverse in these troubled times.
Lifestyle choices, a complex dance,
Where fate and factors intertwine, enhance.
In the shadowed corners of the unknown,
Tumor mysteries in the body are sown.
Early whispers, detection’s call,
A timely answer to the impending fall.
Surgery’s scalpel, a precision knife,
Radiation’s rays, battling the strife.
Chemotherapy warriors, a potent brew,
Immunotherapy soldiers, the body anew.
In the complex stage of tumors’ play,
Treatment orchestrates the hopeful way.
A blend of efforts, a healing song,
In the melody of life, we all belong.
