Merry Christmas!



Today Sophia, Jacqui and I packed up the Yudell family truckster and headed south to Miami for a few days of fun in the sun on the beach. No matter that tomorrow’s weather forecast is for rain, Jacqui and I are just happy to be on our first, albeit brief, vacation in a year. And tonight, despite the bad weather, the three of us are heading to the Jets/Dolphins game for some Monday Night Football. Sophia is sure to be the youngest Jets fan in attendance.

It has been quite a four months for us, and we are so happy just to be alone, hanging out, and enjoying one another without IVs, chemo, or blood draws. There is now an end in sight to this whole wacky world of de-lypmhomatization (more on what’s to come in a blog later this week), and this “intermission”, which brought us Sophia and some much needed recovery time, has been a wonderful time. I know that I’ll be bald again in a few weeks, weakened from chemo in mind and body. But I also now know that my body recovers quickly, that I am lymphoma free, and that the future is bright and long.


Sophia Meets Grandpa


Last night, after her first flight of her young life, Sophia got to meet her Grandpa and the two have been inseparable since. My dad, who is recovering from surgery and has not had much of an appetite these last few weeks, was inspired to recovery today by his beautiful grand daughter and began eating and talking about food like his old self.

Sophia Can Fly

Later today (with the approval of our pediatrician for those of you who may still be living in the dark ages) Jacqui, Sophia, and I are heading down to Florida to visit our families for a few days and then to spend a few days in Miami Beach teaching Sophia how to swim and maybe how to go clubbing on South Beach.

We are excited for the warm weather, to introduce Sophia to her Grandpa, and to see the rest of the wacky gang of grandparents who, rather than holding Sophia one at a time, might try to hold her at the same time–one an arm, one her head, one a leg, and one a tush. I’ve been scouring the internet for a service than can clone a first grandchild to satisfy first grandchild crazy grandparents.

Sophia Loves…

Today is Sophia’s three week birthday. It is hard to believe that it has just been three weeks. She is such an incredible presence in our lives, and it is hard to believe that she was never here. She is changing every day, makes us smile more broadly morning, noon, and night, and her cuteness is so infectious that I’ve bought myself my own terry-cloth frog towel that I have taken to wearing around the house in an attempt to just look cute (which is hard for a post-chemo, mostly hairless 38-year-old). Below is a collection of some photos of Sophia’s family and friends who have visited over the past few weeks.


Sophia loves her big brother Otis.

And Sophia loves her Grandma.

Sophia loves her Bubbe and Papa Z.

Sophia loves her Aunt Andrea.

And Sophia loves her Uncle Bill.


Sophia loves her Uncle Paul and Aunt Bette (especially when they changed her diaper).

Sophia loves her Uncle Kelvin.


And Sophia loves her Aunties Ivy and Marci.

Sophia love her Cousin Dara and friend Julie.


And Sophia loves her Aunt Lisa.


And today Sophia got a special surprise visit from her Uncle Alvan. Lucky Sophia!

Finally, this weekend Sophia is so excited to meet her Grandpa whom she loves so very much. Yay!

Our Little Nugget

Been great just posting photos of Sophia to the blog as we are a bit tired and my brain is not much for writing these last two weeks. Looking forward to catching up on some sleep and sharing my thoughts about fatherhood. But not tonight. Tonight just some more Sophia photos…



Colds

On Tuesday night I came down with a bad cold and began hosing myself down with Howard Hughes-like rigor. Tonight I am finally feeling better.

Today Jacqui came down with the same bad cold and has been dressed in a Howard Hughes-designed space suit-like outfit that has a velcro patch over her nipples so she can nurse Sophia without infecting her with the cold.

So far Sophia is doing fine and spends her day laughing at her mama’s silly looking space suit-like outfit.

Just When You Thought it Was Safe to Go Back into the Water


It is Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in the pheresis center at Penn having stem cells sucked out of me by a machine that hums like a car engine via a catheter that was just placed into my neck. The procedure itself is painless, but for the next few days I’ll be walking around with some tubing hanging out of my jugular looking like 50% of Frankenstein. Does anyone have a turtleneck I can borrow? Below is a photo of the catheter that went in my neck.


To prep me for this procedure, for the last 5 days Jacqui has been giving me shots (in the arm) of a drug called Neupogen that stimulates the over-production of stem cells in my marrow to the point that they are free flowing in my blood stream. Once harvested, the stem cells will be preserved for the transplant, which is now scheduled for January 2. Happy New Year Michael!

While this all stinks, we are in the final stage of delymphomatization, and by the end of January this “speed bump of life” will be behind us. Despite the hair loss, neutropenic fevers, puke-o-meter, long hospital stays, and just generally feeling like poop, this has all been worth it. My lymphoma is gone. How cool is that? And all I can think about is holding my beautiful little Sophia, my hair curly and long, my arms strong, and my mind clear and chemo-free.

Namesake

It wasn’t easy choosing Sophia’s name, but we couldn’t be happier with how it seems to suit her. The nickname Lester was fun while it lasted, but since birth we’ve moved on to more fitting nicknames like Sweet Sophia or Squirmin’ Merman (when we change her she squirms like crazy and sings like Ethel Merman). By the time of the official baby naming I’m sure we’ll have an even longer list of nicknames to share with you. In the meantime, I want to explain a little bit about where Sophia’s name came from and why it is very special.

It is common in the Jewish faith to name babies in memory of a family member that is deceased. Sophia is named after my mother who died from a brain tumor when I was only 9 years old. My mother’s name was Sandra Terry Rick (her hebrew name was Sarah Tovah) but she went by Terry. So in her memory, we’ve named our daughter Sophia Teri Rick Yudell (hebrew name is Sarah Tovah as well). Since my mother didn’t have a connection to the name Sandra, we selected a different “S” name that we thought was prettier and more fitting. Sophia means wisdom in Latin and therefore is an even greater tribute to my mother.



My mother was a woman who believed in bettering her community and herself through education, activism and compassion. She was intellectual, strong and incredibly devoted to progressive causes, feminist issues in particular. My mother’s most favorite cause, however, was her role as a mother to a little girl. She gave her all to this job and always provided me with boundless love, tenderness, strength and respect. In a short time she raised me to be the best person that I can be—someone who gives more than she takes and appreciates the value in wisdom.



Pretty much every day since September 1985, I have looked forward to one day having a daughter of my own to carry my mother’s name and live by these same values. Sometimes when I watch Sophia sleeping in my arms, I think about how 30 years ago my mother felt the same love, responsibility and wonderment when she gazed on her newborn.





Last year Michael, my parents and I established a scholarship in memory of my mother at Sharon High School (in my hometown). The scholarship is given to a graduating senior who has exhibited both academic excellence, and, most importantly, an engagement in and commitment to social and community issues. If any of you out there are thinking about a baby gift for Sophia, please consider donating to the Terry Rick Memorial Scholarship. We believe that this is a special way to honor our little girl and her extraordinary namesake.