No eucalyptus leaf or salve could save her,

aloe was even unable to alleviate the ache.

Radiation scarred railway crossing ribs,

a maze of malignant monstrosities.

Stage three symptoms of a sinking soul,

hospice workers heard heartbroken woes. 

With each breakthrough's failure, her future faded further;

a flower wilted from one final forsaken Summer.

A broken bass, steadied then sedated,

perforated pulse that beat then fell flat.

Sighs were heaved and wrists were wrung from grief.

Suddenly a silent hum sprang from her center,

a symphony that left science in a stupor.

Medical marvel granted a second chance from her creator;

equipped with a clean bill of health erased by Heavenly saviour.