Bitter Medicine

In a pill-popping world there are those who like to think there’s a pill to cure all ills. There are pills to take away our pain and pills to kill infection.   Pills that they say help with stress, boost our immune systems, pills that help us sleep or keep us away during the night. Pills to help us fight cancer and stop our body’s rejecting organ transplants. We can use a pill to supplement vitamin C and D and even iron.  But sadly there are times that the miracles of modern medicine fails to kill our ills and delay the process natural of decay, and we as humans struggle to understand why at times the pills fail; why pills can’t fix all ills and furthermore why pills work for some and not others.

For me this confirms we are made by design! We are individually fearfully created by God, and yet we struggle to comprehend why one medication works for one person and not another. 

Recently I was in hospital, the three studders were release, while the two ‘bad boys’ have returned to the grinds of daily lives with the assistance of medicine, this rose bud struggles to take growth, to open and bloom as she desires.  As I swallow a increasing amount daily bitter pills, I remain still quiet ill and fragile and my return to community life at times feels like a fading distant hope. 

My bitter pills are at best only enough to afford me a life outside of the hospital walls, while I wait for more tests.  The right medicine to help this rose bloom once again is dependent on a diagnose and the right treatment being found.

As common as epilepsy is and the many different pills on the market, for 30% of suffers, the pills we take are bitter and the seizures continue.  My recent hospitalization has been an awakening, a stark reminder that a common treatable illness still takes lives if the seizure is serve enough.  I thought I was safe and my bitter pills at least kept me alive, until I worke up in rescue in the hospital Emergency Department, the pills no longer work, we need to find new ones and determine if the lesion on my brain is marching repeating havoc. A simple MRI will tell us that, but when you have CP with involving movements routine test like CT scans and MRI’s are not so routine and it’s another bitter pill to swallow.

Bitter medicines are far from being the answer for all patients my team of specialists are optimistic that the test will confirm their gut feelings and the right medicine is accessible but having no medical insurance another bitter pill puts me on a waiting list and delays my recovery.

In a world of instant results friend and family want pills to enable me to be involved in life.  


Me! I just want space to rest in God’s loving arms while I wait for the medicine designed to bring the rose back to full bloom again.    

Epilepsy is just proof of having a brain!
Where's your proof?