01/24/2026
When you have a stem cell transplant to save your life, you are given a new birthday.
Today marks two years since that auspicious day, when I received the perfect progenitor cells from MAYA and began my remarkable trek back to pristine health and vitality. At the 100-day post-transplant, considered an important milestone, I was called up to the pulpit at my synagogue, where I took a new name in front of my Hebrew name, as a way to nudge the Angel of Death off my case! I also shared a sermon on the reading from that week, and received blessings for good health. The name I chose is AVIV, which means spring and rebirth, which just about says it all.
I decided even before she was born, to have my granddaughter call me AVIVI, as a way to keep fresh my appreciation and gratitude for another chance, for this miracle of life—my own, Paul’s, that of my amazing grown children & their wonderful partners, and of course my granddaughter! Now, when she calls me, sometimes with excitement, sometimes with a demand, sometimes emphasizing one syllable over another, often with her strong but mighty arms outstretched, and always with love, I know I chose exactly right and wear the name with immense presence to all the miracles that abound.