When I was released from a concentration camp in June, 1945, I was told that I had contracted tuberculosis. X-ray pictures showed that a lung was badly affected. It was thought necessary for me to enter a sanatorium immediately; but since I wanted to go home as soon as possible, I refused.
When I arrived home, my mother, who is a Christian Scientist, asked me if I wanted Christian Science help. Although I did not know what that meant, I accepted the offer gratefully. I received treatment from a practitioner. It became clear to me in one of our conversations that I could not have tuberculosis, because in the light of Christian Science this would be "non-sense." Mrs. Eddy writes in Science and Health (p. 489), "A wrong sense of God, man, and creation is non-sense, want of sense."
Within a few months I was declared completely healed, and I was even medically approved for military service in the tropics. Subsequently in November, 1945, I left for what were then called the Dutch East Indies, and stayed there until 1949. However, there was one "but." The physician had declared that although I had been healed, my lungs would always show a scar. This scar was detected when I was medically examined on my return from the tropics, and at that time I accepted it as something that was quite natural.
