A portal crafted with precision’s care, A lifeline formed through the stomach’s lair. When mouths are silenced, their pathways blocked, This gateway opens, hope unlocked.
For those whose swallow has been displaced, By illness cruel or time’s embrace, Neurological storms or a cancer’s strife, The gastrostomy offers a thread of life.
Cerebral palsy’s grip may bind, Or stroke may still the feeding mind. Head and neck where tumors grow, Find respite where nutrients flow.
The G-tube nestled in its place, Delivers sustenance with gentle grace. Fluids, meds, and nutrition’s balm, Flow through this conduit, restoring calm.
Two paths converge to achieve the goal: A surgical cut or endoscopic role. The surgeon’s art or the PEG’s design, Each method crafted with care divine.
General anesthesia may ease the plight, Or sedation’s hand bring comfort’s light. The choice is measured, patient’s need in view, A tailored path, precise and true.
For infants born with defects so rare, Or elders facing life’s wear and tear, The gastrostomy stands as a bridge of aid, A testament to the progress we've made.
Though the journey’s burdens may seem vast, This medical marvel can hold steadfast. A symbol of care, of hope reborn, Of lives sustained, and strength adorned.
