Lyrics
“The Nodule (The less than 3cm Spot)”
(Verse 1)
I am the “spot,” the “coin,” the doubt,
The thing the CT scan found out.
I am no Mass, I’m small and neat,
$\le 3 \text{ centimeters}$… and discreet.
But in my shape, a tale is told,
Of what is new, and what is old.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Verse 2)
If I am Calcified and bright,
A solid stone of healing light,
(Diffuse, or central), I am kind.
A “popcorn” Hamartoma you might find.
A Benign scar, a story done,
A battle that the lung has won.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Verse 3)
But if my edges start to reach,
With Spiculated legs that breach
The healthy lung, a starburst shape,
I am the one you can’t escape.
I am the fear, the creeping dread,
The Malignant path you’ll have to tread.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Bridge)
If I am Cavitating… hollowed out,
My wall will tell you what I’m about.
A thick wall? (Think Squamous Cell).
A thin wall? (Infection’s spell).
If my calcium’s Eccentric… or I’m Mixed (GGO),
I am the one you watch to grow.
(Outro)
So I am many, I am all,
The “spot,” the “coin,” the doctor’s call.
The puzzle in your chest, you see,
My morphology… is the key!
Poetry
“The Nodule (The less than 3cm Spot)”
I am the “spot,” the “coin,” the doubt,
The thing the CT scan found out.
I am no Mass, I’m small and neat,
Less than 3 centimeters… and discreet.
But in my shape, a tale is told,
Of what is new, and what is old.
If I am Calcified and bright,
A solid stone of healing light,
(Diffuse, or central), I am kind.
A Hamartoma (“popcorn”) you might find.
A Benign scar, a story done,
A battle that the lung has won.
But if my edges start to reach,
With Spiculated legs that breach
The healthy lung, a starburst shape,
I am the one you can’t escape.
I am the fear, the creeping dread,
The Malignant path you’ll have to tread.
If I am Cavitating… hollowed out,
My wall will tell you what I’m about.
A thick, irregular wall? (Think Squamous Cell).
A thin, smooth wall? (Infection’s spell).
And if my calcium’s off-base,
Eccentric, in a worried place?
I am suspicious. Or if I’m Mixed,
A “part-solid” state, with haze transfixed,
A solid core, a GGO…
I am the one you watch to grow.
So I am many, I am all,
The “spot,” the “coin,” the doctor’s call.
The puzzle in your chest, you see,
My morphology… is the key.
Lyrics
“The Nodule (The less than 3cm Spot)”
(Verse 1)
I am the “spot,” the “coin,” the doubt,
The thing the CT scan found out.
I am no Mass, I’m small and neat,
$\le 3 \text{ centimeters}$… and discreet.
But in my shape, a tale is told,
Of what is new, and what is old.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Verse 2)
If I am Calcified and bright,
A solid stone of healing light,
(Diffuse, or central), I am kind.
A “popcorn” Hamartoma you might find.
A Benign scar, a story done,
A battle that the lung has won.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Verse 3)
But if my edges start to reach,
With Spiculated legs that breach
The healthy lung, a starburst shape,
I am the one you can’t escape.
I am the fear, the creeping dread,
The Malignant path you’ll have to tread.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m the Nodule, the $\le 3 \text{ cm}$ spot,
Am I a danger, or am I not?
You have to look close at my design,
My morphology… that is the sign!
(Bridge)
If I am Cavitating… hollowed out,
My wall will tell you what I’m about.
A thick wall? (Think Squamous Cell).
A thin wall? (Infection’s spell).
If my calcium’s Eccentric… or I’m Mixed (GGO),
I am the one you watch to grow.
(Outro)
So I am many, I am all,
The “spot,” the “coin,” the doctor’s call.
The puzzle in your chest, you see,
My morphology… is the key!