Thu. Feb 20th, 2025 3:03:08 AM


Upon the breast, a quiet storm may brew,
Where lobules hold secrets, unseen but true.
Abnormal cells, a silent voice they bear,
In whispers soft, a tale of cautious care.

Not cancer's grasp, yet still a cause for heed,
LCIS, a marker of future need.
Within the realm where milk and life entwine,
Aberrant growth, a subtle warning sign.

Ductal and lobular, two realms distinct,
Yet LCIS, in lobules, does succinct.
No lump, no change, to sound the alarm,
Yet lurking risk demands a watchful arm.

In vigilance, we find our saving grace,
Regular checks, our fears to efface.
Through mammograms and dialogue sincere,
We face the future with a clearer steer.

So, in the shadow of uncertainty,
We navigate, with hope and unity.
For LCIS, though silent, speaks a tale,
Of resilience in the face of the frail.






By SG