Also in the fourth case study the patient was a woman, born in 1953. Even at our first meeting in the waiting room of my practice I had that queasy feeling in my stomach: "Oh no, another concentration-camp case!" The patient had something deeply sad in her eyes, something I had seen in the other women as well. At that time I put it down to my overactive imagination playing tricks on me; I thought I must have been so occupied with the other cases that I was now seeing Holocaust victims everywhere.
The patient had come because of eye problems; she suffered from very severe photophobia. "Light is agony for me. I always have to wear dark glasses, even on rainy days, because my eyes are so sensitive. They go red and swollen and feel inflamed. I can't wear make-up on my eyes. Smoke makes it worse; then they start to burn. I have many allergies; I react particularly sensitively to chemicals. I would like to attend art college, but I can't tolerate the turpentine and paint fumes. I'm allergic to the sun; in spring it's especially bad and my skin is then very irritated. I don't have food allergies. Besides my allergies I'm here because of my mental state. I am intermittently very depressed and have been taking lithium for years because of a suicide attempt. I used to have social phobias; I didn't dare go out, meet other people or even go shopping.
If someone doesn't greet me, I immediately think I'm being shunned; I feel like an outcast. When I'm unwell I withdraw into my shell.
But sometimes I'm manic and become hyperactive. Then I have paranormal notions, hallucinations. I see people who are not there. For example, I just know that a certain car is about to drive onto the road and then it actually happens. That frightens me. I'm afraid of being alone when I have these paranormal feelings – anything could happen; things you can't control. I feel the pain of everyone around me, all the negative feelings. When our children were born I was afraid to bring them into a world with so much suffering. I take in too many impressions. In my psychotic phases I see myself as a little Jewish boy, five years old. I was gassed in a concentration camp in Poland; I even know its name – Majdanek. When I was a little girl I always painted long rows of naked people standing in front of a large building. From another building smoke was coming out of the chimney. Next to the large building I painted a Jewish cemetery. No one wanted to believe me that I had really been there. But I knew it. When I eventually found a list with all the names of the inmates of the concentration camp I showed them the name; it had really existed and I had always known it. I dragged my husband all the way to Poland just to visit that place."
I prescribed Hydrocyanicum acidum and could also understand the feeling that had overwhelmed me in the waiting room. Three weeks later I received a card from her showing happily playing children. She wrote: "The medicine worked. From time to time I still have a little itching at the corner of my eye, but I no longer have to wear sunglasses. I'm still sensitive to stress and turpentine fumes, but now I can paint without my eyes protesting. I'm currently painting lots of flowers. What an energy to be able to let go of the pain of my life!"
Four months later: "My eyes are perfect, they no longer discharge and are no longer light-sensitive. Previously my eyes were always stuck together in the morning, now they are not. I also no longer react so sensitively to chemicals. I'm thinking of enrolling at art college after all. The depression is still there from time to time and occasionally I still have to take antidepressants."
Some time later she sent me a letter from New Zealand with photos of her first exhibition. She had completed a course in intuitive healing and felt happier and stronger. Eye problems and depression had completely disappeared."
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Source: http://www.interhomeopathy.org/cae_hydrocyanicum_acidum_4
