Before the knife, before the cure, A battle starts, precise and pure. A guiding light, a hopeful ray, To shrink the dark and clear the way.
With chemicals, a deadly brew, Chemotherapy fights anew. It targets cells with ruthless might, In hopes to bring the dawn from night.
Radiation bends its golden beams, Piercing tumors, shattering dreams. A force unseen, yet fiercely strong, It shrinks the foe that does us wrong.
Hormones blocked where cancers feed, A measured step, a vital deed. In silence, balances are made, A patient game, a war replayed.
Targeted drugs, like arrows flown, Strike at cells where flaws are shown. Precision guides this cunning hand, To heal and help the patient stand.
Immunity stands tall and proud, A tree of gold, immune and loud. It learns to fight, it learns to shield, In hopes the body soon will heal.
With every step, the tumor wanes, The body's hope no longer feigns. Surgery waits, its stage now set, A future free of dark regret.
Yet careful eyes must watch and learn, For every turn, a risk may burn. The fight's not done, but strength takes root, And courage stands in cancer's route.
Through science, skill, and human grace, Neoadjuvant holds its place. A bridge between the dark and light, A warrior's path, a healer's fight.
