So How Do You Feel?

Apart from this being a line from a song that I really detest, my shrink likes this question.  She asked me today "How to you feel about being sick?".  I couldn't give her an answer.  I've been thinking about this question on and off all afternoon.  I've come to the conclusion that I don't have a single answer.  It's not even that I have multiple answers but rather that the answer changes constantly.  It morphs daily, hourly even by the minute.  I can be scared, angry, frustrated, lonely, happy, pissed off, annoyed, nonchalant, guilty, worried, anxious, ambivalent and probably a dozen or so more that I don't remember or can't identify.  Right now I am ambivalent about it.  Ask me again in an hour or maybe tomorrow and I'll give you a totally different answer.