"...a bitter pill to swallow." This is a phrase we all know well; one that holds the irony of something we must accept but do not wish to. The bitter taste increases in our mouth. The resistance to ingest it meets the knowledge that we cannot heal if spit out.
I swallowed a pill that was risky; it was radioactive. And I did not even think for a second about spitting it out. It was easy to follow the procedure for healing - it had instructions. Fall out instructions, follow up instructions. I knew what to expect.
And then there are the pills that I have resisted swallowing. They are healing pills too, but they do not have instructions. They do not have shape and form. I cannot touch them. You have them too.
Days after the easy-to-swallow pill, I underwent a full body scan. To trace the movement of the medicine. To notice any areas of my body that were thirsty for iodine and had absorbed its deadly, and therefore healing, properties.
Oh, to have the kind of progress report on all pills in life I must swallow. To see how they kill cancerous things and enable healthy life.