In whispers of nerve and sinew, unseen, Charcot-Marie-Tooth weaves its silent tale, Affecting pathways where signals gleam, From brain's command to limbs that frail.
Named for pioneers who first unveiled, In eighteen eighty-six, their learned might, Jean-Martin Charcot, Pierre Marie hailed, With Howard Henry Tooth, a steadfast light.
Peripheral nerves, the conduits worn, Bear the burden of this legacy, Muscles weaken, wither, so forlorn, In legs and feet, a dance of entropy.
Symptoms speak of strength in slow decline, Muscles falter, balance lost to time, Senses dulled, vibrations cease to chime, Touch and temperature, a muted rhyme.
Inheritance, a tangled genetic thread, Dominant, recessive, X-linked fate, Shapes the journey where pathways tread, Family trees bear CMT's weight.
Diverse types, CMT's spectral cloak, Demyelinating, axonal, X-linked guise, Each variant a chapter bespoke, In the saga where science tries.
No cure yet found to quell its flight, Treatment eases, manages the tide, Physical therapy, braces tight, Pain's grip softened, hope as guide.
In the realm of genes and clinical lore, Understanding unfolds, a beacon bright, Guiding hands that seek to restore, With compassion's touch, we walk the night.
For those who bear CMT's embrace, A journey shared, not faced alone, In every step, in every grace, Support and love, a cornerstone.
Charcot-Marie-Tooth, in shadows cast, Through trials faced, resilience sown, In whispers of nerve and sinew vast, Courage whispers, "You're not alone."
