In the realm where cells should dance,
A tale unfolds, a tragic chance.
Uncontrolled whispers in the core,
A waltz disrupted, a dance no more.
Within the frame where life resides,
A rebel force, where chaos hides.
Cells divide, a symphony astray,
A script rewritten, a night turned day.
Abnormal whispers, a silent hum,
The body's rhythm, no longer strummed.
Proliferation, an unruly spree,
A tumor's tale, a lump at sea.
In tissues, where harmony should reign,
A trespasser, a growth, a silent pain.
Invading realms with stealthy grace,
An unwelcome guest, a malignant trace.
From the core, a journey starts,
Cells set sail, breaking the hearts.
Through vessels, rivers, they roam,
Metastasis, a nomad's home.
Benign or malignant, the verdict told,
In the body's script, a story unfolds.
Malignant shadows, with a daunting gleam,
Invading dreams, disrupting the scheme.
A surgeon's hand, a warrior's might,
To cut away the invasive blight.
Chemical warriors, a toxic plea,
Radiant beams, a dance with glee.
Immunotherapy, a sentinel's grace,
Hormones hushed, in a healing embrace.
Targeted arrows, precision's bow,
In the battle against the unseen foe.
Early whispers caught in time,
A silver lining, a rhythm to prime.
Research's embrace, technology's sway,
Hope resounds, a brighter day.
In the tapestry of life, a challenging thread,
Yet, strides are made, where hope is bred.
Cancer's challenge, a global plight,
But in unity, we stand and fight.
