In the realm of cells, a battle unseen,
Where shadows of illness have often been keen,
There strides a hero, a beacon of light,
With a name whispered softly, a fighter in the fight.
Herceptin, they call it, a remedy profound,
Trastuzumab's grace in each vial found.
Monoclonal warrior, in the veins it roams,
Seeking out HER2, where the cancer looms.
Breast and stomach, where malignancy dwells,
It strikes with precision, the tale it tells.
A guardian against the rampant growth,
A shield against the enemy's oath.
In tandem with chemo, a potent duo's dance,
A symphony of hope in the oncology expanse.
Intravenous whispers, a lifeline extended,
Through cycles and rounds, its power commended.
Regulatory nod, a validation received,
In the war against cancer, a victory achieved.
Herceptin, the name etched in the fight,
A symbol of progress, a beacon of light.
For those who face HER2's daunting gaze,
Herceptin offers solace in myriad ways.
A testament to science, to human care,
In the battle for life, it stands ever there.
