Elated - Rondeau

When the nurse sat on my hospital bed,

And firmly, but gently said,

I've brought you some things you might like to look at,

And passed me some leaflets, and sat.

It took a minute to get into my head,

I didn't know what information I was being fed,

Did I have a diagnosis? No one had said.

All at once I felt elated, not flat,

When the nurse sat on my hospital bed.

What was wrong had a name, it wasn't in my head,

I had imagined panic, worry, dread,

Others might have cried, no doubt about that,

I had a enemy to fight, to engage in combat.

I felt happy, years of questions finally bound by medical thread,

When the nurse sat on my hospital bed"