7th Vhalar, 717
Faith understood that this was not ideal, but equally she had been faced with a decision; did she do what was best for the study of medicine, or what was best for herself? If what she found was important, then it was better that she did less well or did not achieve her Charter, because what she found would help people. It was much easier to do something which no one actually needed, but which was well known. Faith wasn't interested in that sort of behaviour, not at all. She was studying so that she would be a better doctor, so that she could save lives. Therefore, she had completed her charter looking at two distinct, yet connected, topics. Surgery as a means of dealing with incurable illness and blood infusions.
So often, surgery was not an option for them in medicine when someone had a progressive disease. The risks to surgery were enormous and if the body was already weakened, it was usually not even considered. Moreso, surgery to remove growths and such would be too long and the patient would, inevitably, bleed out.
But not now. Now, she was sure, there was a way forward.
Yet, to the earnest young woman who did not recognise what leaps she had made, it felt like what she was presenting was a beginning, not an end product. This was probably why, she knew, it was a good idea to have a mentor during this process. Faith looked at the books and books of filled notes, the diagrams and boxes of blood samples which she had used and she sighed. It was tricky, she knew, to face the consequences of what she had chosen, but they were her consequences and her choices. Since she'd made them again, she reasoned she'd just have to get on with it and make the best out of what she'd done.
So, she began to pull it all together.