Others said it was an unavoidable consequence of the Cuban Government sending its doctors on medical missions abroad and inviting foreign students, such as myself, to study on the island. Others had no comment.
As usual many stories were lost in excitement, rhetoric, and official silence that almost always accompany news headlines.
I’m going to try to recover some of that insight we might have skipped over in those first few weeks by offering a broader perspective and some more personal stories to what happened when Cholera returned to La Havana.
It probably came from Nepal, via Haiti. The United States Center for Disease Control says the current strain of cholera ravaging Haiti, Cuba’s neighbors to the east, came from United Nations troops from Nepal. The Nepalese troops, like most people in Haiti, let their human waste drain into a river (the Artibonite) where it flourished and spread throughout the countless mountain streams in the western half of Hispaniola.
Then one day someone, maybe a doctor, student, tourist or fisherman, brought the disease to Cuba. It is a story as old as the arrival of Columbus. New world, meet old world. Play nice.
In December we heard about Cholera in eastern Cuba. The government didn’t say anything at first. Then they said there were some cases, and a few deaths, but everything was under control.
Interestingly before Cholera ever arrived to Cuba it had arrived various times to the Dominican Republic, Venezuela, and Miami (which, geographically, happens to be in the United States of America).
Cuba probably avoided being in the early group of recipients due to travel restrictions of individual Cubans (which changed January 14th), and the “National Epidemiological Control Program” which places doctors and most foreign medical students in a 5-14 day quarantine after arriving to Cuba from abroad.
So while Cholera made its debut in Eastern Cuba the residents of La Havana talked about yet another problem coming from “el oriente”.
Cholera’s arrival to La Havana probably happened around the First of January, the biggest travel holiday for Cubans. Someone traveled from the eastern end of the island to the Capital and they brought Cholera to La Havana.
I heard about the first suspected cases the second weekend of January. I say “suspected cases” because the confirmatory diagnosis of the disease is done at the Institute of Tropical Medicine in Municipio Playa, where all patients were quickly transferred too.
Anyway, the word on the street, and in the hospital hallways, was that these early cases all originated in Cerro. This is the same neighborhood where I live and where the hospital I work at, Hospital Salvador Allende, is located.
Before you know about Cholera in Cerro you need to know about Cerro. Cerro is not well looked upon by anyone who doesn’t live here. It is considered a marginal and dangerous neighborhood that is dirty and overpopulated. I don’t agree with that assessment. However that is pretty much the only review of the neighborhood I have heard by people who live in other parts of La Havana.
So it made sense to most of Havana that Cholera would show up first in this poor part of the city. But what really scared people was that the lifeline of the city’s water supply “el canal” runs through Cerro. Therefore pretty much everyone in Havana, including those fine, upstanding residents of Vedado, drink water that passes through Cerro.
The administration and workers at the Hospital Salvador Allende reacted quickly to the arrival of these cases of “acute diarrhea”. A small part of the hospital was converted to an “acute diarrhea” ward within a few hours.
Restrictions were put in place on who could enter the “acute diarrhea” ward. Only attending nurses and doctors, dressed in protective gear, could go in. The familiar smells of the hospital, which consist of various human bodily fluids, tropical humidity, and cigarette smoke, were replaced by the irritating, yet somewhat comforting, nasal burn of chlorine.
Chlorine was all of a sudden as popular as the British Flag. People were squirting it onto our hands before we ate lunch. We had to rub our feet on chlorine soaked cardboard before entering the hospital and dorms. Every glass of water I have drank since that second week of January tastes like it came from a swimming pool.
But amidst the chlorine doused spree of newfound hygiene in this dirty part of La Havana the government still wasn’t saying anything to the populace. At least nothing that I heard.
Then one day in the middle of January I couldn’t buy food on the street anymore. All of the cafeterias were closed. At first I thought the cuentapropistas got fed up paying their taxes and had decided to form their own workers union and strike. But I was wrong.
The government decided to try to limit the risk of spreading the disease by decreasing sources of contamination. A good move by epidemiological standards.
I think here it is important to point out (and I know I’ll sound like an apologist but whatever) that even though the Cuban Government was not saying anything publicly about Cholera in La Havana they were moving relatively quickly to put control measures in place.
It is true in any epidemiological emergency there is a protocol for protecting the population and a protocol for informing the population. This is to avoid disorganization and panic created by people who react to danger by being hysterical fools.
On the contrary I did notice that things really improved when the Government started talking publicly about the Cholera outbreak. By this point, maybe a couple of weeks after we saw the first cases, there were public service announcements and long, boring, discussions taking place on Mesa Redonda.
But even though the Government was now talking publicly about the outbreak I think the situation was anticipated to get worse before it got better. At the hospital there were more “cholera beds” installed. Basically military cots with a hole in the center for the diarrhea to run through.
But the patients never arrived. Within another week the “acute diarrhea” ward of the hospital was converted back to its previous function of the Observation Room and a small section of the emergency department was kept isolated to receive the infrequent cases of “acute diarrhea”.
I imagine the situation will remain like this for the foreseeable future. Like Dengue, Cholera will now become another disease we will work to eradicate from the island for a second time.
The reemergence of Cholera in Haiti, The Dominican Republic, Venezuela, Miami, and Cuba is more than the acute failure of any political ideology. It is the price we pay, again and again, for a highly mobile human existence on a planet rich in biological diversity.