In the depths of the digestive maze, A light ascends in a shadowed haze. An endoscope journeys through a secret door, Past the esophagus, into more.
It weaves through the curves, a soft, keen sight, In the stomach’s hold, through the duodenum’s light. A contrast dye, like a river’s flow, Illuminates the path where we need to go.
X-rays dance in a fluorescent sweep, Revealing hidden realms where troubles sleep. Bile ducts and pancreas in stark display, Blockages, stones, and strictures all array.
The probe may find a hidden plight, Tumors, stones, or inflammation’s bite. Therapeutic hands might then unfasten, Stents or stones, where shadows happen.
Risks are there in the intricate dance, Pancreatitis, infections that enhance. Bleeding and tears may sometimes surprise, Yet ERCP unveils where the secret lies.
Prepare with patience, fast and wait, For sedation makes the journey great. In this delicate dance of cure and probe, ERCP reveals what’s wrapped in the robe.
A tool of insight, precision’s grace, Guiding healers in this hidden place. In the realm where darkness meets the light, ERCP brings the truth to sight.
