Cancer and Fishnet Stockings: How Humor Helped Me Survive A Life-threatening Disease, the Loss of My Favorite Nail Polish...and Other Calamities
By Maryann Grau
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“This is a book that will help cancer patients. It will inspire, motivate, engender thought and yes, make you laugh. I will highly recommend it to all my patients.” Dr. Brian DiCarlo, Oncologist.
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Maryann Grau
Maryann Grau was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2016. The devastating effects of the disease were not unknown to her as both of her parents, and an uncle she had been helping to care for, had succumbed to one form or another of the disease. Additionally, both of her younger brothers are cancer survivors. The examples of courage, dignity, and humor demonstrated by beloved family members throughout their treatments were not lost on her, and she was determined to follow in their footsteps. Usually considered a death sentence-only 9% of pancreatic cancer patients survive more than five years-her diagnosis was no laughing matter. And yet, she credits her ability to write about her cancer experience from a humorous perspective as having had a major impact on her recovery. Maryann hopes that anyone facing difficult life challenges will read and draw inspiration from her book. Maryann was born in New York City but spent most of her life in Southern California where she married, raised three children, and began a 34- year career with the Los Angeles Times. In 1994 she moved to London to establish the Times' first International business office, returning to California five years later. After retirement, Maryann moved into a seaside cottage in the small central California coastal community of Cambria. Her activities include leading aerobics and strength training sessions at the community center, performing in the local theatre, and taking brisk walks along the coast. For quiet time, she enjoys reading, writing and baking. Family being a big part of her life, she frequently travels south to visit her daughter and grandchildren in Laguna Beach. This is her first book.
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Cancer and Fishnet Stockings - Maryann Grau
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Cancer
CHAPTER 1
Harold’s Pancakes
I must confess that facing the possibility of my own imminent death has me conjuring up the craziest thoughts. Why am I thinking about Harold? And his pancakes?
I don’t know Harold. Never met him. But I’ve been making his pancakes since the early 70’s when my friend Ralph shared that scrumptious recipe with me. They’re made from scratch with buttermilk and sour cream, and they’re the lightest pancakes on earth. When my kids were growing up, those fluffy treasures were a weekly treat; every Sunday morning...Harold’s Pancakes! I take comfort in that thought now because I know my daughter and granddaughter will continue to make those pancakes long after I’m gone.
And maybe that’s one of the ways a soul lives on after death.
For me, that could be soon, considering the news that was dumped on me this morning. Yes, I’m having pangs of sadness. And yes, I hope there is a place from which I might be able to look down and watch my girls smother those hot-off-the-griddle cakes in melted butter and warm Vermont maple syrup on Sunday mornings. Wouldn’t that be sweet?
My good friend JoAnn loved the pancakes, too, and in 1985 when she decided to open a restaurant in Santa Barbara across from Stearns Wharf, she asked if she could put my pancakes on the menu. I was pretty sure Ralph, and probably Harold, too, had been dead for many years, and I didn’t think recipes fell under any copyright protection, so I blurted out absolutely,
and they became Maryann’s Pancakes
to an unsuspecting clientele on the coast of California.
It occurs to me now that if there is a hereafter, I may soon have to atone for this brief lapse in moral character. But maybe it’s not too late to set the record straight. I’ve always wanted to compile a cookbook of my favorite recipes, and if there’s still enough time to complete that endeavor, I will include the pancake recipe and give Harold the full credit he deserves. Although—the thought crosses my mind—Harold probably pinched the recipe from someone else. And that’s his problem to put right...if he hasn’t already done so.
What about other possible misdeeds? Perhaps I can make amends for them, too. But I have the feeling I had better be darn quick about it.
CHAPTER 2
Can This Be Happening to Me?
I checked into Sierra Vista Medical center in San Luis Obispo at 6:00 a.m. as an outpatient, expecting I’d be out in time for lunch or an early dinner. Di—the dear friend who drove me into town—and I talked about stopping for lunch at Ruddell’s Smokehouse in Cayucos on the way home. A small dive of a place only steps from the beach, it had been judged by Sunset magazine as one of the best eateries for fish on either coast, and we went regularly.
I’ve had some stomach issues lately (nothing to do with Ruddell’s smoked chicken tacos, I’m sure), and Dr. Meiselman, my gastroenterologist, has planned a fairly invasive test to determine the source of pain just under my left breast. A previous test, an EGD (Esophagogastroduodenoscopy) examining the lining of the stomach and duodenum, revealed nothing, and I half expect this test—an ERCP (Endoscopic Retrograde Cholangiopancreatography)—to be a dud, too.
An ERCP is used to examine the gallbladder, liver, and pancreas. It involves a scope the size of a finger, a light, a contrast dye, and a camera with X-ray to check for the presence of disease. It is not commonly performed in the small, central California coastal community where I reside, but Dr. Meiselman hails from Chicago, where it is widely practiced. He’s assured me he has done it many times. I’m not worried.
Di is in the waiting room, and I am behind a curtain in the pre-op area. A lovely young nurse helps me into a gown, leads me to a scale (must I?), and takes my temperature. After starting an IV, she offers me a warm blanket, which I readily accept. So far, so good. I check the wall clock. Will we make it to lunch?
Someone will let us know when the doctor is ready, and you’ll be taken down to the operating room,
the nurse briefs me before drawing the curtain closed and moving on to the next patient.
I fill the time wondering just what the doctor has to do to get ready. Finish his caramel latte? A quick refresher on how to perform this procedure? Last-minute check to see how the market is doing? Jeez, I hope it’s up; I know how riled I get when the Dow takes a dive! The curtain is yanked open, and a young, strapping orderly reaches for the foot of the gurney.
Mrs. Grau, if you’re all set, I’ll take you down to surgery now,
he says in a far cheerier voice than the situation calls for.
No thanks, I’m good,
I respond, while drawing the blanket up over my head. He chuckles politely and begins to roll the gurney, wheels clacking, through hallways, past the cafeteria (I smell bacon), into an elevator, where he presses down.
In the basement, he rolls me over to a holding area just outside the operating room. The doctor will be with you shortly,
he says as he ambles away.
Why am I going into an operating room if this is only a procedure?
I wonder. I’m still in a holding position when the anesthesiologist arrives. We barely exchange greetings before I advise him that I will need a heavy dose of anti-nausea medication because anesthesia always makes me vomit violently. Oops! Did I actually just give advice to a doctor? Yup! His pursed lips are a dead giveaway. Anesthesia is administered based on the patient’s weight, age, and the type of procedure,
he says. And he assures me that you will be just fine.
I bite my lip rather than tell him I have heard that before.
As the pre-op drugs kick in, background noises begin to fade, and I drift happily to sleep. This is the part of anesthesia that I do enjoy! What seems like only minutes later, I awake in recovery, where, to everyone’s dismay, it’s obvious that the anti-nausea meds were not effective. Dr. Meiselman and Di, who had been called in from the waiting room, are standing over me on the right. A nurse on my left holds a bag under my chin, and another is wiping my face with a damp cloth. The doctor looks grim, and I begin to worry. Maybe the mess I’m making of this room has him upset?
Maryann, we found a tumor in the pancreas,
he tells me in a solemn voice.
My gut is still wrenching. I try to stem the bitter flow, take a quick breath, and ask hesitatingly, "Is it... malignant?"
I can tell by the way his face softens what the answer is. We did several biopsies, and yes, unfortunately, they do prove positive for cancer.
I can feel the blood rush from my brain, but I do not pass out, surprisingly, as I have a history of fainting spells. Instead, an unexpected calm comes over me. Acceptance? Too soon. Denial? Not my nature.
But I know just enough about pancreatic cancer to know it is one of the hardest to cure and that the return rate is high. The vomiting continues.
Dr. Meiselman excuses himself and steps to a phone just outside the recovery room. Di and I exchange looks. She is a retired nurse and well-practiced at controlling her emotions in the presence of patients, but the hint of sadness in her eyes is unmistakable.
Don’t let them send me home like this,
I plead with her.
I won’t,
she assures me. I can hear Dr. Meiselman on the phone with my GP, Dr. Negri, recommending that he admit me to the hospital. I breathe a sigh of relief.
When the nausea subsides, I am wheeled into an unoccupied patient room. Seeing me settled, Di leaves, but not before discussing what I might need her to handle for me at