Oligometastatic, a fragile state, Between the known and uncertain fate. Not wholly confined, yet not set free, A balance of hope and fragility.
Fewer than five, the lesions dwell, In lungs, or liver, their silent shell. Bones may hold the shadow's mark, A battle unfolding in regions stark.
Neither a storm nor a gentle breeze, This middle ground where cancer teases. It whispers tales of cautious chance, Where science and fate in tandem dance.
Surgery sharp, with blades of light, Seeks to carve out the hidden blight. Radiation beams, precise and bold, To silence whispers of stories untold.
Systemic agents, a chemical tide, Sweep through vessels where cells may hide. Immunotherapy, a sentinel's call, To awaken the body and shield us all.
With each lesion, a story unfolds, Of risk, of resilience, and futures untold. Ongoing research, the lantern's glow, Guiding the steps through what we don’t know.
In the cosmos of cells, a spark remains, Of life, of healing, through trials and strains. Oligometastatic, a line so fine, Where courage and science intertwine.
