Hannah's Remission (Amish Romance) (Amish Circle Series Book 1) by Esther Weaver Page A

just dreaming again. Ach, Maemm , it was so lovely. I was running and I think I was chasing one of my friends. I had my hair back, Maemm . I know you said not to be vain about losing it but oh it was wunderbaar to have it back again. I think I was back in the old wheat field down near the creek. You know; the one that’s gone fallow these past few years. Maemm , do you remember it?”
    Emma turned and stood up. She looked down at her dochtah sitting in her bed. Her face was flushed and there were deep red spots on each cheek. Under the redness, her face was pale and a little drawn. Her head was covered in stubble. Hannah’s beautiful golden locks were just beginning to grow back. Emma looked her over carefully. She was checking to make sure Hannah wasn’t any paler, wasn’t any thinner, wasn’t any of the things that the doctor had told her to be on guard for.
    “Hannah,” she said, trying to be as firm as she could, “you have to get up now. It’s almost time for us to go. We have to go and see the doctor today, remember? You should get up and put on a fresh dress before its time to leave the haus . Come now, dochtah , get up and get ready.” Emma saw the look of disappointment on Hannah’s face but it passed quickly and before long, Hannah was up and moving around the room.
    Emma helped her unbutton her dress. She hated how thin Hannah was. She hated the bruises that seemed to form no matter how carefully Hannah tried to move and how cautious she was about not bumping into things. She forced herself to look at them carefully though. She wanted to make sure that they were all fading, that no new ones were present. That could be a sign, the doctor had said, that Hannah’s recovery was not going as well as they had hoped it would.
    Emma waited for Hannah to slip another dress on over her head and when it was in place, she buttoned it up. She looked over at the kapp that was sitting on the dresser. Hannah hadn’t needed it for months. There was nothing there to attach it to. As soon as Emma knew that her dochtah was up and ready to go, they headed downstairs.
    Before long, the Amish taxi arrived and the two women slid into the back seat. Emma gave the driver the address of the hospital and they began the long trek into the city.

Chapter 2
    Emma kept looking over at Hannah as they sat in the waiting room. Her dochtah had sat quietly and looked out the car window for much of the hour-long journey and she hadn’t said much after they reached the hospital either. Emma knew that Hannah hated these appointments and Emma wasn’t very fond of them either. She hated how sick Hannah got every time she had a treatment and how helpless she felt. There was nothing she could do to make her feel better. All she could do was pray and hold to her faith in Gott that He would make things better.
    When they had first arrived, the nurse had called Hannah into a room and had taken a blood sample and had asked them to sit in the waiting room until it was time for her treatment to begin. Hannah had sat, her legs curled up around her, her shawl wrapped tightly around her body. Emma saw her rubbing her arm where the blood had been drawn from and was saddened by the depressed look on her face.
    There were a few other people in the waiting room as well. Many of them were missing their hair or had a thin, sick look to them. Trips to the cancer ward in the hospital were always very hard on Hannah and not just because the hospital was so far away from their home. It was always a reminder that she was ill and it upset her to see reminders of just how ill people could become with this disease. She always felt the most sad when she saw kinder who were also there for treatments. Normally the kinder should be down running around and playing but so many of kinder were quiet and still instead. Emma’s heart always broke a bit at the looks on the parents faces. They mirrored her own worry and fears for her kinder .  She tried to be positive and