In every cell, a tale untold,
Lies the secret of genes, so bold.
BRCA1 and BRCA2, their names resound,
Bearing the weight of destinies unbound.
Within the code, a guardian's song,
Protectors of life, they belong.
Against the tide of tumors, they stand,
Mending the strands of DNA's hand.
But in the dance of life's design,
Mutations emerge, a sinister sign.
Breast and ovarian cancers they sow,
A shadow cast on futures to know.
Inheritance, a fateful decree,
A legacy of risk, passed silently.
From parent to child, the burden borne,
A journey through shadows, yet to be sworn.
Men too, in the shadow's embrace,
Face the specter, not a woman's trace.
Prostate and breast, their path entwined,
In the labyrinth of genes, no solace to find.
Yet in the realm of science's embrace,
Hope flickers, a beacon in grace.
The discovery, a revolution profound,
Guiding the lost, where answers are found.
Genetic tests, a lantern's glow,
Illuminating paths we must know.
Early detection, a shield so strong,
Against the shadows, we march along.
Prophylactic measures, a warrior's choice,
To silence the whispers, to hush the voice.
Screenings and surgeries, a battle waged,
In the war against cancer, the stage is staged.
So let us honor the BRCA genes,
In their story, resilience gleams.
For in the face of darkness, they shine bright,
Guiding us through the darkest of night.
