Beneath the chest, where lifelines flow, The Aorta’s strength begins to show. A vessel mighty, yet frail with time, It whispers warnings in rhythms sublime.
A silent bulge, a lurking fear, Aneurysms form, though none may hear. In abdomen’s depths or chest’s wide span, It grows unseen, a perilous plan.
The "abdominal stretch", so sly, concealed, Its danger rests, though fate's not sealed. The thoracic arc, with curves so grand, Holds life’s frailty in its hand.
"Atherosclerosis", a thief of grace, Leaves fatty scars in the vessel’s space. With genes of Marfan or Ehlers’ line, The risk is written, a genetic sign.
"Hypertension" mounts its silent siege, As smoking’s grasp ensures its liege. And age’s mark, on men’s strong frame, Draws closer still this deadly claim.
The symptoms hide, a stealthy foe, Yet pain may whisper where dangers grow. A chest that aches, a back that weeps, An abdomen pulses, its secret keeps.
But rupture strikes, a storm unleashed, With life’s bright flame too quickly ceased. A call for aid, for swift repair, A race with time, to breathe, to care.
Through ultrasound or CT’s gaze, The hidden threat meets searching rays. To monitor, to mend, to save, The choices made, the life we pave.
With scalpel’s edge or steady hand, Surgeons work, a careful stand. Yet lifestyle’s change, the gentler art, May mend the vessel, soothe the heart.
Quit smoking’s hold, let pressure wane, A measured life breaks danger’s chain. Though silent foes may plot and weave, With care and will, we may yet believe.
