Through narrow paths where blood should flow, The arteries strain, and pressure grows. Plaque builds its wall, thick, tight, and deep, As organs cry for oxygen’s keep.
But hope arrives with gentle grace, A catheter guides the saving chase. A tiny balloon in silence sails, To widen the roads where blood prevails.
At the site of the block, it finds its mark, Inflating bold, like light in the dark. The plaque, once strong, is pushed aside, As vessels stretch and open wide.
For hearts that ache from narrowed veins, Where lifeblood struggles and pressure strains, Or limbs that limp with pain and stress, This tender touch brings life’s redress.
In necks where brain’s own rivers slow, The blood is freed, its currents flow. And kidneys thirst for blood once more, Restored by angioplasty’s lore.
A stent, at times, will take its place, A metal guard in that precious space. To keep the vessel firm and wide, And guard the passageway inside.
So thanks to skill, the vessel heals, The plaque surrenders, the blood reveals— A flow unbroken, free, and fast, As life continues, pain surpassed.
