Targeted Precision Therapy

Microscopic invaders, unwelcome guests,
Cells gone rogue in a body once at rest.
A diagnosis that shatters and shakes,
But hope whispers of new paths to take.

Targeted therapy, a double-edged sword,
Precision missiles, each cancer cell scored.
Nausea rises, a storm in the gut,
Yet tumors shrink, victory hard-won but shut.

Hair falls like autumn leaves, a temporary loss,
But healthy cells spared, a worthy cost.
Fatigue weighs heavy, a constant guest,
While strength builds slowly, put to the test.

Skin rashes bloom, constellations of fight,
Marking the battle waged day and night.
But in the mirror, life sparkles anew,
As targeted agents prove tried and true.

Blood tests, scans, a rollercoaster ride,
Anxiety and relief walk side by side.
Yet each clear result, a victory won,
Proves the journey’s worth has just begun.

Side effects ebb like tides in the sea,
As the body learns what it means to be free.
From cancer’s grip, slowly breaking away,
Resilience growing stronger each day.

This path of healing, not straight but true,
Reveals the courage always in you.
Targeted therapy, a light in the dark,
Guiding towards health, igniting a spark.

Of hope that burns bright, a beacon so clear,
Reminding us all: life is precious, dear.
Through trials and triumphs, we emerge anew,
Stronger, wiser, with a hopeful view.