A pill of hope, in small disguise, To fight the battles where cancer lies. Blocking signals where they dwell, In breast tissue’s secret cell.
A guardian for those at risk, Its work is steady, strong, and brisk. For some, prevention’s shield it bears, Defying fate, defusing snares.
It wears dual faces, a paradox bold, Blocking and mimicking, its story told. In bones, a gentle, nurturing guide, In breast, a warrior fighting inside.
Yet every gift comes with its cost, In side effects, some battles are lost. Hot flashes rise like fleeting flame, Fatigue and nausea stake their claim.
The risks are rare, but doctors heed, To monitor closely and intercede. Blood’s quiet flow may sometimes stall, Or shadows linger in uterine halls.
For years, it stays—a steadfast friend, Until the chapters start to end. Five or ten, the span is set, A long-term ally, not one to forget.
So here’s to science, sharp and wise, Transforming struggles into skies, Where hope and healing brightly shine, Through Tamoxifen’s design divine.
