In the realm of medicine's artful hand, A biopsy's purpose, we understand. A journey into tissues, cells unseen, To fathom what lies beneath the screen.
Needle Biopsy, a gentle touch, FNA whispers, "Not too much," A slender needle, it deftly guides, To seek the truth where mystery hides.
Core Needle Biopsy, bolder still, Delving deep with a probing will, A larger needle, a core retrieved, In the quest to heal, it's well believed.
Surgical Biopsy, a bold endeavor, When a portion must be seized forever, To understand what lurks beneath, To bring to light the hidden thief.
Excisional Biopsy, complete and whole, Removing lumps that trouble the soul, Bid farewell to the intruder's quest, For healing lies in what's laid to rest.
Endoscopic Biopsy, with vision keen, In inner realms, a probing machine, Through tubes and cameras, it explores, To gather truth from body's shores.
Bone Marrow Biopsy, a deeper dive, In the marrow's core, we strive, To unlock secrets, blood disorders found, A vital quest on medical ground.
Punch Biopsy, from the skin it takes, A small piece for answers' sakes, Skin conditions under scrutiny's light, In the search for clarity, day or night.
In the world of biopsies, reasons abound, For diagnosis, staging, solutions profound, To monitor, identify, and research anew, The power of knowledge, it's the goal we pursue.
So when a biopsy's path you must tread, With hope in your heart, not fear in your head, Know the choice is guided by your care, A step towards answers, in your health's prayer.
