Ysabelle Marcellins went about the morning like she did most Saturdays, cooking and cleaning house in this city of rubble and recovery.
Hours later, she was doubled over in pain vomiting.
“We didn’t know what was happening. One minute, she cooking lunch and then she was in so much pain,” said her brother, Louis Marcellins, as he paced in front of a cholera clinic at Port-au-Prince’s General Hospital. “It was all so sudden.”
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