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

sound optimistic.
    “ Ach, dochtah , remember the gut news that we heard? Your doctor has said that there should only be a few more treatments if your test results keep improving the way they have. He says that you are getting so strong again, and you’ve felt better, haven’t you. I haven’t seen any new bruises and I think you are starting to put on a little weight too.  Isn’t that all gut news? Gott willing, this could all be over soon.” Emma tried to sound as reassuring as possible.
    Hannah shrugged a little and looked over at her mother with a weak smile on her face. She hated being at the hospital, hated the way each of the treatments made her feel. She missed her hair and every time she went out her bare head made her feel sad and self-conscious. She had felt sick for so long that it was hard to imagine that it would ever end. She didn’t want to disappoint Emma though. Her mother had been so supportive and good to her even when she had felt her worst that she didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She knew that as an only kinder , she was all that Emma had left of her familye and wanted to think she would get through this but sometimes it was so hard to imagine things getting better.
    “Hannah Sutter?” The nurse called her name from the doorway that led to one of the treatment cubicles. It was time for things to get started. Hannah stood up and picked up her lap shawl and the knitting project that she brought with her to try and pass the time. Other people had music players or magazines with them but Hannah had none of those things.
    The nurse asked Emma to wait outside while they attached Hannah’s IV up to her port. She hated the little device that was up near her neck. Sometimes the neck of her dress would rub it or she would catch a glimpse of it when she looked at herself. It was a constant reminder that she was ill. She hoped that there would come a day when they would remove it and she could go back to being normal again.
    The nurse gave her a needle that was supposed to help keep her nausea at a minimum. Hannah never complained but she really didn’t think that the medication was helping her that much. She still tended to throw up a lot while she was having her treatment done and always felt so weak and tired after. Hannah still remembered the nurse telling her at one of her first treatments that this was something she would have to get used to. After months of treatments she realized this was something she would never be able to handle.
    The nurse asked her if she wanted anything to drink and brought her some juice when she asked for it.  Then, she hooked up the bag of chemotherapy drugs and started the IV running. Hannah wrapped her lap shawl around her legs and snuggled further down inside the shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother take her Bible out of her bag and start to leaf through the pages. She knew that Emma was looking for comfort and some days, Hannah liked to join her but today she just wanted to close her eyes and wake up when it was all done.
    She heard Emma murmuring quietly in a mixture of Pennsylvania Dutch and Englisch . She saw her lips moving as she sounded out the words in the Bible. Emma had never been a strong reader but she had committed many of the passages to memory. Hannah felt a little angry for a moment. Emma had encouraged her to read the Bible for her own comfort and had mentioned that, just like in the Bible, this was a challenge that Gott had set before her but Hannah couldn’t understand why she had to be tested. Hadn’t she always been good and tried to do the right thing?
    It wasn’t long after the medication started dripping into her that the nausea hit and Hannah reached for the basin at her side. Emma sighed and moved around beside Hannah so that she could hold her head and try to give her at least a little comfort. It would be at least another hour before the