In the heart of the fight, where shadows loom,
Stands a healer, a beacon in the gloom.
Surgical oncologist, with skilled hands and heart,
Navigating the labyrinth, where cancer's shadows dart.
A master of incisions, with precision keen,
Removes the tumors, where malignancy has been.
Across organs, tissues, where cancer resides,
They carve with purpose, where hope abides.
Biopsies taken, from areas unknown,
Unveil the secrets, where cancer has grown.
Type, stage, and grade, they meticulously discern,
Mapping the battlefield, where cells churn.
Lymph nodes dissected, to halt the spread,
In the quest to thwart, where cancer's dread.
With vigilance, they seek, to prevent its advance,
Guardians of life, in the oncologic dance.
Reconstructive artisans, they then arise,
Restoring form and function, beneath the skies.
Breast, limb, or face, where cancer's toll,
They rebuild, with grace, making broken whole.
In palliative realms, where shadows lengthen,
They offer solace, where hope may strengthen.
Alleviating symptoms, easing the pain,
In the twilight, where endings wane.
Within the team, a cornerstone they stand,
Collaborators, in healing's grand plan.
Chemotherapy, radiation, therapies array,
In unity, they march, towards the light of day.
Surgical oncologist, in the battle they stride,
Guiding with compassion, as hope's beacon guide.
In the crucible of care, where lives intertwine,
They stand as warriors, against cancer's malign.
Through valleys of despair, and peaks of grace,
They journey with patients, in the healing space.
A testament to courage, in the face of despair,
Surgical oncologists, with hearts laid bare.
In the tapestry of healing, their threads entwine,
A testament to humanity, in the grand design.
Surgical oncologist, in the realm they reign,
Anchors of hope, in the fight against pain.
