In the depths of the colon, a silent plight, Where ganglion cells fail to take flight. A segment lies dormant, devoid of its nerve, And muscles lose strength, their movement unserved.
A newborn arrives, but something’s amiss, No stool in the hours that follow their kiss. Constipation grips tight, and the belly swells wide, An intestinal storm where obstructions reside.
The meconium waits, but it never comes through, A blockage unseen, yet the symptoms accrue. Vomiting follows, a cry of distress, As the bowel refuses to ease or progress.
In older years too, the signs may appear, A distended abdomen, a story unclear. Chronic the struggle, the bowels restrained, A journey through childhood with symptoms sustained.
A biopsy speaks where symptoms confide, The absence of nerve cells doctors can't hide. The rectum reveals the truth in its scroll, Of missing ganglions, the cause to console.
Surgery’s call is the answer they find, Removing the part that the body’s left blind. A pull-through procedure, reconnecting with grace, So the colon may move in its natural pace.
Though diagnosed in infants, or sometimes delayed, Hirschsprung’s can catch those whose symptoms have swayed. But with treatment ahead, the bowels regain, A life free from pain, no obstructions remain.
