In the chambers of the mind, a tale unfolds, A condition named, where a story molds. Hydrocephalus whispers, fluid's silent quest, A gathering force, within the brain's nest.
A dance of cerebrospinal, a delicate flow, Yet obstruction weaves, a disruptive woe. Pressure rises, a silent storm at play, Symptoms emerge, in the light of day.
Headaches echo, a relentless drum, Nausea whispers, as shadows come. Balance falters, like a ship at sea, Coordination wavers, a plea to be free.
Causes diverse, a complex array, Obstruction's grip, impairing the way. Absorption falters, a fluid cascade, In the brain's embrace, a price is paid.
Surgical whispers, interventions bold, Unveiling secrets, the story unfolds. Paths rerouted, a drainage plan designed, A quest for relief, a hope enshrined.
In the realm of neurons, a battle is fought, Against the rising tide, a lesson is taught. Hydrocephalus, a chapter profound, In the book of medicine, where stories abound.
