This is my father’s story, as he told it to me.
Soon after my family and I arrived in crisis-torn Haiti in 1992, I contracted dengue. Indeed, Dengue lived up to its name of “break-bone fever”—my bones throbbed with severe pain. I had a high fever, and it left me covered in a hot, red rash. After I recovered from dengue, I developed a lump the size of half a grapefruit on the back, left side of my neck.




