Lightbane. It had been something which she was motivated to cure anyway, since four men had come into the clinic where she worked and all of them had it. That wasn't usual and Faith had focused on making sure that she began to understand how it might be. The condition wasn't contagious so, she wondered, how did four men get it together, at the same time. That had led to a long consideration of the circumstances around catching it and Faith had come to what seemed to be an inescapable conclusion.
Lightbane was caused by the blossom of the gingko tree. It was a reaction, akin to hayfever. She had realised this just the trial before and, in that realisation, she had come to some others. The very treatments which were given to treat lightbane were exacerbating it and Faith very much hoped that early treatment of the reaction might prove to be at the least an alleviation of the symptoms and, just maybe, a cure.
She had spent the last trial doing her best to make sure that she had read up everything she could. Without a doubt, she had to be careful of the contraindications here, in order to ensure that she got it right. So, Faith had spent her time reading, checking out the dosage and looking at what to use.
Chamomile, of all things, was the best anti-allergen for hayfever, along with ginger and green tea. Faith had worked all night and she had created a proportional recipe for eye bath, drops, a tea and, just in case, an incense which could burn. She wanted to make absolutely sure about this and so she had tested out a number of different combinations and had come up with four which she felt would be optimal. That was done for a specific reason, of course, she would give each of the four men a different combination. It was cruel, but it was a necessary cruelty. Surgery, after all, was cutting. Yet, what it did was cut in order to cure and this would allow her and those who worked alongside and after her to refine the process. That would benefit the men and women, children too, who came afterwards.
So, she pulled the names out randomly for who got which combination and then Faith went to see Galena. She tapped the door and went into her office as she was bid to. Galena looked up and raised an eyebrow. "You look tired." There was no doubting the truth of that but Faith pushed it to one side.
"I'm fine. I have what I believe will help." Galena didn't ask who, she didn't need to.
"What did you use?"
"Chamomile, ginger and green tea." Faith looked at her mentor and Galena nodded.
"What ratios?"
"I've read different theories, especially in the use of chamomile. So, I've made four. One with no chamomile, then in low, medium and high quantities comparable to the other ingredients." Galena smiled and asked with a soft voice.
"And how have you determined who will get which one?" Faith breathed in and smiled, but the smile was tight and went nowhere near her eyes.
"Randomly. It was the only fair way to do it."
If Chamomile helped, or did not, and this was time sensitive, she was condemning these men. But without her testing, they were doomed to not be cured. She had to try. Galena nodded her head.
"Then go try. How quickly do you think you might see results if there are any to see?" Faith shrugged and for a moment she looked, and felt, hopeless.
"I don't know." It was the simple truth.
Lightbane was caused by the blossom of the gingko tree. It was a reaction, akin to hayfever. She had realised this just the trial before and, in that realisation, she had come to some others. The very treatments which were given to treat lightbane were exacerbating it and Faith very much hoped that early treatment of the reaction might prove to be at the least an alleviation of the symptoms and, just maybe, a cure.
She had spent the last trial doing her best to make sure that she had read up everything she could. Without a doubt, she had to be careful of the contraindications here, in order to ensure that she got it right. So, Faith had spent her time reading, checking out the dosage and looking at what to use.
Chamomile, of all things, was the best anti-allergen for hayfever, along with ginger and green tea. Faith had worked all night and she had created a proportional recipe for eye bath, drops, a tea and, just in case, an incense which could burn. She wanted to make absolutely sure about this and so she had tested out a number of different combinations and had come up with four which she felt would be optimal. That was done for a specific reason, of course, she would give each of the four men a different combination. It was cruel, but it was a necessary cruelty. Surgery, after all, was cutting. Yet, what it did was cut in order to cure and this would allow her and those who worked alongside and after her to refine the process. That would benefit the men and women, children too, who came afterwards.
So, she pulled the names out randomly for who got which combination and then Faith went to see Galena. She tapped the door and went into her office as she was bid to. Galena looked up and raised an eyebrow. "You look tired." There was no doubting the truth of that but Faith pushed it to one side.
"I'm fine. I have what I believe will help." Galena didn't ask who, she didn't need to.
"What did you use?"
"Chamomile, ginger and green tea." Faith looked at her mentor and Galena nodded.
"What ratios?"
"I've read different theories, especially in the use of chamomile. So, I've made four. One with no chamomile, then in low, medium and high quantities comparable to the other ingredients." Galena smiled and asked with a soft voice.
"And how have you determined who will get which one?" Faith breathed in and smiled, but the smile was tight and went nowhere near her eyes.
"Randomly. It was the only fair way to do it."
If Chamomile helped, or did not, and this was time sensitive, she was condemning these men. But without her testing, they were doomed to not be cured. She had to try. Galena nodded her head.
"Then go try. How quickly do you think you might see results if there are any to see?" Faith shrugged and for a moment she looked, and felt, hopeless.
"I don't know." It was the simple truth.
