Beneath the scalpel’s guiding light,
A battle fought in depths of night.
The foe unseen, its tendrils creep,
A silent threat in shadows deep.
But warriors come, their forms diverse,
To end this cancer's ruthless curse.
Chemotherapy flows in streams,
A river washing toxic dreams.
Radiation shines its golden ray,
To chase the lurking cells away.
Hormones silenced, whispers cease,
In gentle waves, a path to peace.
Immune shields rise, a starlit glow,
Defenders strong, immune winds blow.
Targeted strikes, precise, and keen,
With focus sharp, no cell unseen.
Bone’s foundation, strengthened, true,
Bisphosphonates, a structure new.
Together these, a team combined,
A symphony for health aligned.
After the blade, the journey starts,
A healing song in science and arts.
For every cell that dared remain,
Adjuvant therapy bears the strain.
Breast or prostate, the story’s told,
In steps of care, the future’s bold.
Hope is sown in patient fields,
Where science grows and courage yields.
Through trials faced, both fierce and long,
The human spirit stays so strong.
Adjuvant therapy lights the way,
To brighter dawns, a hopeful day.
