In the realm where genes hold sway, A tale unfolds, a price to pay. Huntington's, a silent foe, Inherited whispers of woe.
Within the strands, a mutation lies, HTT gene, where sorrow ties. A protein, huntingtin's flawed ballet, Unraveling nerves, night and day.
Basal ganglia, a stage profound, Where movement's dance, in genes, is bound. Yet, a mutation's cruel decree, Unleashes chaos, a symphony.
Between the ages, 30 to 50's embrace, Symptoms emerge, a haunting trace. Involuntary dances, the chorea's rhyme, A captive to time, a paradigm.
Cognitive whispers fade away, In the shadowed realms, minds in disarray. Psychiatric tempests, mood's unrest, Depression's sigh, an unwelcome guest.
Balance falters, coordination's flight, Swallowing struggles, in the silent night. As progression weaves its relentless thread, A journey marked where hope is shed.
No cure, a truth that echoes near, Yet in care's embrace, solace can appear. Medications whisper to ease the strife, Supportive hands navigating life.
Genetic testing, a lantern's glow, Illuminating futures, shadows to show. Inheritance whispers, a legacy's plea, Each child's chance, a 50% decree.
Huntington's, a chapter in the genetic scroll, A story told, with hearts that hold. In the dance of genes, a plea we find, For understanding, compassion, and humankind.
