Thu. Nov 7th, 2024


In the realm where life's rivers gently flow,
A tale unfolds of whispers soft and low.
Within the body's intricate design,
A saga of obstruction, a subtle sign.

The bladder, a reservoir, in quiet repose,
Linked to the urethra, where the current goes.
Muscles at the neck, a gatekeeper's might,
Guiding the stream, ensuring it's right.

Yet, in this symphony, a discordant note,
Bladder neck obstruction, a challenge to devote.
Causes diverse, like nature's varied song,
Each a chapter, where healing may prolong.

BPH, the aging man's silent foe,
Prostate's benign growth, where troubles grow.
A dance of cells, non-cancerous, yet strong,
Around the urethra, weaving a lifelong song.

Scar tissue whispers of trauma's embrace,
Pelvic echoes, where wounds may trace.
Obstruction arises, a silent decree,
Nature's art altered, yet seeking to be free.

Infections, inflammation, a fiery dance,
Within bladder's confines, a fleeting chance.
Narrowing paths, a barricade formed,
The body's plea, in symptoms adorned.

Neurological whispers, a tale untold,
Spinal echoes, where nerves unfold.
Interference profound, the muscles in strife,
Affecting the bladder, the essence of life.

Symptoms arise, a plea for grace,
In the realm of urination, a subtle chase.
Initiation falters, streams interrupted,
The bladder's tale, in fragments, corrupted.

Incomplete emptying, a lingering refrain,
A dance unfinished, a lingering pain.
Frequent urges, an insistent plea,
A fullness felt, even when set free.

In the realm of diagnosis, a careful gaze,
Physical echoes, through the medical maze.
Uroflowmetry, cystoscopy's eye,
Imaging whispers, the truth to decry.

Treatment's dance, a multifaceted art,
Unveiling options, each playing a part.
Medications, lifestyle's tender sway,
Catheters, conduits, guiding the way.

Surgery's hand, precise and sure,
TURP's dance, a remedy's pure.
Lifting the veil, easing the flow,
A promise whispered, in healing's glow.

Yet, in this ode to the bladder's plight,
A call resounds, in the silence of night.
Consult, seek guidance, in healthcare's embrace,
For in understanding, healing finds its grace.

By SG

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