[Verse 1]
Monday morning, the conference room is glowing,
Six white coats circling one bright screen,
Surgeon studies scans like weather maps for storms,
Pathologist's slides show what no eye's ever seen,
Radiologist points to a shadow in the shadow,
Oncologist maps out the drugs, line by line,
Radiation doc marks where the beam should bend,
Nurse writes it down so the story stays aligned.
[Chorus]
Cut, Chemo, Beam, Slide, Scan, and Care,
Six voices, one patient, everybody's there,
One is safe, Two is working,
Three compares, Four keeps watching,
That's the board, that's the trial, that's the plan we share.
[Verse 2]
Phase One's a ladder, climbing dose by dose,
Counting every side effect, finding what the body can host,
Phase Two asks the tumor, "Did you flinch, did you shrink?"
Phase Three flips a coin, new drug against the standard, right on the brink,
Randomized and blinded, two arms run the race,
Phase Four keeps watching, years down, a wider space,
Rare effects surface once a thousand fill the place.
[Chorus]
Cut, Chemo, Beam, Slide, Scan, and Care,
Six voices, one patient, everybody's there,
One is safe, Two is working,
Three compares, Four keeps watching,
That's the board, that's the trial, that's the plan we share.
[Verse 3]
Overall survival counts the years still drawn,
Disease-free means the shadow never crawls back at dawn,
Progression-free is holding ground, no retreat, no advance,
Pathologic complete response — the tumor lost its chance,
Draw the Kaplan-Meier, a staircase stepping down,
Hazard ratio whispers who is wearing the crown,
Under one is better, over one, beware the sound.
[Bridge]
B-oh-six proved lumpectomy plus radiation
Matched the mastectomy, equal in the nation,
Z-oh-eleven trimmed the armpit, spared the wider cut,
CROSS poured chemo and the beam in before the gut,
Esophagus survival climbed when they combined the plan,
MSLT-Two watched the nodes instead of carving more,
Observation matched the surgery, tied the final score.
[Verse 4]
Evidence rewrites the operation every single decade,
What we carve out boldly, tomorrow might be stayed,
No lone hand holds the answer, no scalpel rules alone,
Trials test the hunches before they're carved in bone.
[Chorus]
Cut, Chemo, Beam, Slide, Scan, and Care,
Six voices, one patient, everybody's there,
One is safe, Two is working,
Three compares, Four keeps watching,
That's the board, that's the trial, that's the plan we share.
[Outro]
Six chairs, one table, every answer double-checked,
Phases climbing upward, nothing left unchecked,
Curves and ratios guiding the hand before the knife,
That's the board, that's the trial, that's how we steady life.