Waking up to life

Well, it’s done! 

The surgery is complete and I'm now just trying to recover and recuperate. 

I don’t mind saying that I was terrified of this surgery, or any surgery for that matter. Just the idea of someone cutting into my body is enough to send my brain into paroxysms of apprehensive flight response.

Basically, I want to go away. 

As my granddaughter Junie would say, “hide and go seek... you hide Papa”. 

I’ll hide alright! 

But then another more aware part of my brain (named Rose) cracks the whip and I find myself in a hospital bed. 

Here I am, groggily snapping a selfie (or maybe Wilson took the photo) of me and my happy face sporting, breathing exerciser that I have befriended and named Wilson. 

He, I,  and our other buddy, Morphine have been having a ball, but sometimes Wilson is a real drag! Buda-bing!

Me and my new buddy Wilson, clowning around

Rose has been around all afternoon running to Tim Hortons for tea and donuts, she is so great, what a peach. 

Everyone here at the Royal Alex has been terrific and they’ve been taking good care of me. 

It’s a long list of kind people and maybe it’s the drugs wearing off but the first really memorable person that comes to mind from surgery today is Michelle in post op. 

I had no idea what was happening but when I slowly and befudlingly clawed my way back into the land of the living, hers was the voice of reality that I clung to. It may have gone something like this, “Doug, are you with us? Welcome back! I need you to squeeze my hand, Doug…Doug, come on, give us a squeeze, you’re doing fine”. 

Well, Michelle you will probably never know how wonderful it was to hear your kind voice as it slowly sank in that I had indeed survived the surgery. Not that it was particularly dangerous but we all know that unplanned things can happen in surgery, and with my overactive imagination on overdrive for the past few days, survival felt like a miracle. 

The surgery took place in Theatre 5 and everyone, from the 2 anesthetists, (the primary doctor and the resident named Allie), to the nurses and Dr. Laing who was my surgeon, were all awesome. 

I am not shy about telling my medical caregivers how much I appreciate them and I have become downright chatty around here in the intensive recovery room. That’s what I’m calling it. There are 4 beds and I hear they are usually fully occupied but there are only 2 of us tonight with one nurse shared between us. And from what I’ve seen, the extra care is definitely needed.

It’s a 20 minute ordeal to get me up to the washroom and when I get there I’m crammed into our tiny bathroom with my IV pole and the box that is connected to the chest drain tube and a very shy bladder!

We had a little drama with the chest tube while Rose was visiting. We were trying to get me out of bed for the first time and when I sat up it revealed a big puddle of blood where the tube had been oozing for a while.

I'm not too fond of the feeling of blood pouring out of me, but it was quickly staunched along with my dignity as I was wrestled into a clean gown and thankfully, a pair of boxers. 

The night resident doctor was called to look at the suture and he fiddled with the tube and pronounced it ready for a new dressing and it’s been good ever since.

I brought along some noise cancelling headphones and ear plugs and my tablet with a detachable keyboard and I’m glad that I had all this stuff last night. 

How to get through the night in a hospital ward

There was some kind of medical drama with the other patient and it sounded like at least 5 people in attendance. Eventually the kerfuffle died down though and it all seems to be under control. 

Writing in bed at 3:00 am and listening to music while pandemonium breaks out across the room is a very strange occurrence but I’m smart enough to know when there is nothing I can do to help. 

Strangely enough I feel well rested after a weird, disjointed night and in a strange way, it's kind of fun! I've met some lovely  members of the marvelous nursing staff here during my stay.

 

There have been a long succession of nurses looking after me. Starting with Phyllis and then Chou and Jo & Tommy & Christie & Kristen & Hannah & Elisabeth & Alicia and Divya and  many others at one time or another, all a blessing to me. Thank you!

Today it's Grace.

Usually she works downstairs in pre- admitting but today she is picking up an extra shift. It's the first time in 8 years she has worked in this observation room and through a fortunate confluence of life streams, we've come together to be buddies for the day.

I appreciate all of the little kindnesses that she's showered over me today and I want her to know she's doing a great job. 

I did have surgery, but I'm doing ok, due in part to Grace and the rest of the nursing staff and how well they've done their job. So no, I'm not shy about saying it out loud.

But after about the 15th time I was forced to shut up about it while they stuck a thermometer in my mouth to take my temperature, I'm starting to think they may be getting tired of hearing it!

Rose of course shows her appreciation in more tangible ways, she made some chocolate muffins but couldn't bring them in for the staff, so she picked them up some Turtles and Werthers (pre-wrapped goodies are ok).

It doesn't hurt my stock around here to have such a sweet and personable wife/advocate! 

Rose though, just can't help trying to be helpful. 

I have a dickens of a time getting her to sit down and just relax and talk with me. Instead she wants to redecorate my space, “ if we just move this over here and unplug this unnecessary equipment it will be much better, what's that beeping? It sounds kind of urgent!”

She's a total sweetie, but she makes me nervous around here. I handed her my phone for a second while we were walking because I had no pockets. She  put it in her back pocket and immediately headed for the bathroom! Of course my brain immediately goes to the worst case scenario and I sent the nurse off for a bag of rice ( you know why). 

Just kidding, but Rose was sure surprised to see me chasing her down the hallway trying to get my phone back so soon after my surgery.

Silly it may be, but it's definitely hard to relax with those sorts of visions in my head. Of course it was all good and Rose laughed at me when she got back with my completely dry phone. 

But I can't help it, I'm me. Completely unapologetic and proud to be me. And on our 39th anniversary, I'm proud to be married (still) to a completely amazing, beautiful, kind, compassionate and sometimes scary, woman of God. 

I talked to one of the surgeons today and he told me it went great, they were able to remove all of the tumor even though they had to make a little bit bigger incision in my side to get it all out. They also took some lymph nodes around the tumor and are sending them off to be analyzed and hopefully they will not be malignant. 

This morning I had 6 different cables and tubes attached to me and now it's just the chest drain tube and that appears to be doing it's job and they are happy with the amount and colour of the fluid. 

They just moved me into a room with 3 women but at least I have a window and a privacy curtain I can close. My gown tying skills leave a lot to be desired and Magic Mike I am definitely not!

For the most part, things are on track except for a persistent air leak in my left lung that is keeping me here much longer than expected.  

I'm tired and discouraged, but we are slowly inching towards my discharge and life is good. God is good. In many ways I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. So much love, prayer and support has come my way through all of this that it has really been a blessing.

Rose heard a beautiful song called Brighter Days by Blessing Offor and thought it would cheer me up (10 days in the hospital seems like forever) and boy did that backfire! It's a wonderful song, but sometimes when you're going through stuff, your emotions just can't cope with forward looking hope songs. 

Check it out here

https://youtu.be/I6lp1Oxb9L4

Whatever happens now, I thank each and every one of you who has been on the journey with me and taken time out of your busy lives to read this blog and reach out to Rose and I with love and kindness. 

The meaning of life is this – RELATIONSHIPS

Like you, I've known this for a long time but I haven't always acted like it. If I've learned anything at all going through this illness it's to value the people in my life more.

Covid has put barriers between us and particularly so for me as fear of contracting the virus before my surgery has stopped me from spending time with friends and family and church.

I miss the hugs, I miss the meals and laughs, I miss my photography club buddies.

I've always been blessed in so many ways but particularly when it comes to my wife and family and friends. Thank you for being there for me. Happy 39th anniversary Rose, you're one in a million❤

Waiting for the Enemy

 

Headline - Granddaughter & cat team up in attempt to save mans life

It started innocently enough in December with a cold. 

This particular cold entered our house attached to a little sweetie named Junie, and it packed a real punch with both Rose and I suffering with it a long while.

For some reason I was slower to recover, and never fully did.

Then it was January and I started to have very strong allergic reactions to a cat we have had for years. 

All of a sudden I had a whole bunch of new, asthma- like symptoms. After a few days of this I went to our family doctor and came away with a prescription for a salbutamol puffer and a requisition for a chest x-ray and a bunch of blood tests as well as an appointment to have my breathing measured.

Then I got the phone call that changed everything.

I had pneumonia, but on the chest x-ray there was something suspicious on my lung, a shadow, maybe nothing, but maybe something serious.

Another chest x-ray led to a referral to a lung specialist and an emergency appointment to have a CT scan in a couple of weeks. 

But hey, just in case you’re not freaked out by all this scary news Mr. Petry, your ecg showed some irregularities and I’ve scheduled you for a cardiac stress test next week, yikes!

I should say at this point that I am very grateful that all the tests and doctors’ appointments happened so swiftly. Today is February 20th and my first doctor’s appointment was on January 25th and since that time I’ve had ten different medical test appointments culminating with a CT scan on Friday the 18th and 6 hours in the emergency department for an unexplained very strong throbbing pain in my right side towards the back.

It was a long night, but of course the pain subsided greatly over time and they ruled out a few things and sent me home about 1:00 am Sunday morning to await my referral appointment with a lung specialist. I was told that they would call when they are back in the office on Tuesday or when they see the CT scan.

The ER doctor did confirm that there is some kind of mass on my left lung and after some probing questions from me he did say that he couldn’t see anything amiss in my abdomen even though that’s where most of my mysterious pains seem to be coming from.

A few days have passed and I now have an appointment to see the Lung Specialist at the Royal Alec Hospital on March 14th so that’s great! I also have an appointment to have my lung capacity re-tested at the orders of the lung specialist.

Until then, I am in a kind of limbo, knowing that there is something terribly wrong, fearing the worst and yet trying desperately to hang on to some hope.

Rose has been amazing; kind, considerate and loving as she tries to navigate through this unexpected, frightening time in our lives. I know I’m not helping her state of mind as I get our financial papers, life insurance, will and all the other need to know issues dealt with. 

There is a lot to know with two rental properties and their finances and possible issues as well as our own house and all its little foibles that only I know about.

Where is the switch for the furnace?

Where are all the water shutoff valves?

What about those interconnected wireless smoke alarms, they are a pain in the derriere sometimes!

What about the security system, passwords for accounts and apps on my phone, where are those important papers, keys, warranties and instructions, etc?

We tend to assume that we’ll be around for a long, long time but that can change in a heartbeat!

Rose and I have tended to compartmentalize our various jobs around the house and in our marriage and all of a sudden we are realizing that we both need to know the other persons jobs as well as our own.

Right now, poor Rose is getting a crash course on on-line banking and general computer skills and I think she’s now regretting leaving it to me for all these years. I know she’ll be fine, but if the worst happens, feeling confident to take care of these day to day tasks will definitely help her a lot.

2

Well the enemy has now arrived! 

It’s April now and the weather is beautiful with sunshine every day and the snow melting from the yard at a furious pace, spring is here at last and along with the spring comes the news that we’ve been dreading. Lung CANCER has been confirmed at last. 

Where did it come from? What does it mean for our lifestyle and future? How will we treat it and what will that mean for our lives?

These are the questions that we are asking ourselves right now. Today is a week after my bronchoscopy at the Royal Alex hospital and yesterday I received an email from MyAHS Connect, the Alberta Health services website that allows patients to view their own test results online. What a great blessing this system has been as we try to navigate this illness.

When I had the bronchoscopy, the doctor told us to expect a call with the results in about a week and that is today, I expect he will have some kind of a treatment plan worked out so he can offer us some hope along with the news. 

I wonder how doctors feel about this new system; I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw the results of my test even before he did!

Speaking of the bronchoscopy, I DID NOT ENJOY IT! Not that you are meant to of course, a necessary evil I suppose. But for a person like me who has not given birth or had much in the way of illness or injury over the years it was a bit of a pain. Once again though, I feel compelled to say that all the health care people, doctors, nurses and support staff have been terrific and I very much appreciate them!

On the other hand, I am a model patient, following instructions compulsively and trying to be as cooperative and compliant as possible, so I suppose that may help things go more smoothly on occasion.

We don’t know yet what he will say when he calls, or what the treatment will be but for now I am trying to be as proactive as possible and I’m chugging our frozen cranberry and chokecherry juice daily in an effort to give my body a fighting chance.

It just so happens that my happy place, (the cabin of course) is covered with berry bushes with branches weighed down by Saskatoons, Cranberries, Chokecherries and Black Currant/Gooseberries (we have both and It’s hard to tell them apart).

A berry healthy breakfast

We have a freezer full of various berries and juice so I’m well fixed for anti-oxidants and those nasty free radicals had better watch out! Chokecherries in particular look promising as a cancer fighter but don’t worry, beyond guzzling juice I plan on doing whatever the doctors and my wife tell me to.

Rose is a bit of a tiger when it comes to treatment and she is determined as can be that between God, the doctors, herself and Chokecherry juice, the dream team can beat this thing.

3

I’ve had a while now to get used to the idea that I may have cancer and now that it’s been confirmed the focus shifts to next steps, getting my affairs in order so to speak. Beyond that, what can I do to help my body fight this as much as it can? As a Christian I actually believe in the power of prayer so the prayer will continue and probably get more intense!

Not that it’s easy when it comes to something like this. I’ve prayed for others hundreds if not thousands of times and I absolutely know without a shadow of doubt that in as much as it depends on God, prayers are often answered. 

So I will ask for prayer and I will pray for myself, slipping these prayers in alongside all the others that make up my usual prayer life. But still it seems strange to be praying for myself since the usual prayer ratio is about 50 to 1 in favour of friends, relatives, church members, our city, our country and this messed up world. It feels a little bit selfish to bump myself up towards the front of the queue.

One encouraging note is that the cancer is likely stage 1 at this point, meaning that it is of a relatively small size and doesn’t appear to have spread to the lymph nodes or beyond the left lung.

In one of those coincidences that God is famous for, a common cold that entered the house through my little granddaughter got my immune system ramped up into high gear. Helped along by my usual dosing of herbal antivirals, it kicked up such a fuss that I could barely breath!  

Rose immediately began a series of “keep the cat” measures that includes using the furminator cat fur remover, rubbing Zoey down with Allerpet, vacuuming the house about 4 times a week and buying a high end air purifier. Yet in spite of all her herculean efforts, my dormant cat allergies finally drove me to do what is obvious to most people.  

A few nights with a head that felt like a solid block of wood absolutely forced me past my stubborn male reluctance to see a doctor and ultimately caused the cancer to be discovered at a very early stage, so for that I give thanks!

4

Well it’s April 8th and we heard from the doctor today. It’s officially stage 1 and they are booking me in for a Pulmonary Lobectomy in May. Apparently with this procedure called VATS (video-assisted thoracoscopic surgery) one of the 5 lobes of your lungs is removed through three small incisions and after a few days in the hospital, the patient recovers at home in two to three weeks.

Apparently my lung function now is perfect so with one lobe removed I should have about 80% of my current lung capacity after the surgery. This means that my Everest climb is off (just kidding) but otherwise I should be ok for most day to day exertions. 

They’re going to do a PET scan before the surgery to make sure that there are no other areas of concern and if all goes well I won’t need chemotherapy, so yahoo on that!

Emotionally, I feel I’ve done ok so far, with the possible exception of a few days ago. I made the mistake of listening to Jason Isbell and the 400 unit sing “If we were Vampires” with headphones on and that led to a good cry as I thought about not being here for Rose and for Junie and Kait and April.

P.S. the song is not about vampires so don’t be afraid to give it a listen. 

https://youtu.be/JV7c8V5XLk8

We’ve probably all lived it, or at least seen those movies where the ones left behind have to deal with the loss of a loved one and the thought of doing that to my family is painful in the extreme.

Rose of course believes rather strongly that it is all going to be ok, and if you’ve read any of my other writing, you will know that she is usually right!

Escape from the Cabin - An Alberta Staycation

 

As you may know if you’ve read my blog post “Escape to the Cabin” Rose and I are fortunate enough to have a place out in the country to escape the city during covid. Over the last two summers we have spent a lot of time exploring the little towns and attractions around the area near Bashaw Alberta. This post is about the roving we’ve done and some of the local gems we’ve discovered.

We love our little 10 acres of paradise but there’s only so much reading and relaxing and tinkering you can do so we’ve started to develop a routine. When we get out there on Wednesday or Thursday afternoon, we settle in and plan our “Escape FROM the Cabin” for Friday. Sometimes it’s just our local little town of Bashaw but usually it’s a little farther afield.
Bashaw is just a 10 minute drive and we’ve been there many, many times over the years and we try to shop there as much as possible to support the local businesses.

Bashaw Rodeo Chuckwagon Races

The Bashaw Museum

The Bashaw Canada Day Parade

It’s a little strange in a town of 830 people to have 2 liquor stores and 2 grocery stores and at least 4 restaurants but that’s what Bashaw boasts. There’s also a butcher shop, a hardware store, a building supply store, a drug store, a gas station and many other small businesses.

This is not the city though! You better watch the posted hours if you want the store to be open and even then, with one restaurant in particular, it’s still a crap shoot. I get it though, for a small family run business it’s important to draw a line and declare that family comes first. We love this one restaurant called “The Noble Fox” (weird name for a Mexican Restaurant) and we often take our visitors there for some great food (when it’s open).

Delicious burger at the Noble Fox

Steak Carnitas at the Noble Fox

On one memorable occasion Rose and I attended a dance at the Majestic Theatre in Bashaw and had a great time sitting and chatting with some locals between dances. Before covid came along we enjoyed the Bashaw Rodeo and chuck wagon races on one nice August afternoon and hopefully we’ll get another chance to do it again.

Bashaw Rodeo Mini Chuckwagon Races

Bashaw is so close though and we’re there so often that it’s not really a special outing for us anymore, more of a quick trip to the store for something we need. These days when we want to enjoy a special day in the country we are likely to venture into the bustling town of Lacombe. 

It’s a little weird to be saying this because I’m sure that Lacombe has lots more to offer, but for us the biggest draws are a thrift store and the best darn donuts I’ve ever eaten at a place called Toller’s Bistro. I may not know much, but I know a great donut when I bite into one and yowza, these donuts are da bomb!

The Worlds Best Donut!

Before I tried their donuts the best donut like thing that I ever tasted was probably the cronuts we tried in Montreal in 2017, but now there’s a new champ! Rose likes the lemon poppy seed donuts but I’m a chocolate man and their Skor flavoured donuts are my favourite for sure.

I’m kind of glad that for us the cabin is a three season affair and from November until April I can wean myself off of these amazing pastries of fluffy, sugary, bliss.

This past year as we contemplated closing up the cabin, we determined that it was absolutely necessary to make a last stop in Lacombe to pick up a dozen donuts to freeze and ration out over the long cold winter. Only this (or something tasty like it) makes it possible to survive an Alberta winter!

Of course there are a couple of other things that we love about Lacombe, they have a really big farmers market on Fridays with food trucks and baked goods and all sorts of yummies. Plus they have at least one really good restaurant called the Cilantro & Chive, yum!

We also love the thrift store because they have a lot of DVDs for sale and they only cost $.50 each! It feels like such a bargain (start the car!) toting 15 0r 20 DVDs back to the cabin along with a bunch of kids books for Junie and paying only $10 or so.

We both love a bargain and with no TV at the cabin we always need a fresh supply of viewing and reading material. We took some friends and our adult kids to Lacombe on a couple of occasions last summer and I don’t think they appreciated the thrift store as much as we did, although when we took them for donuts they sure perked up!

Not far from Lacombe is the Ellis Bird Farm and at least a couple of times a year we like to go there and wander around through the flower gardens, woods and trails watching the hundreds of birds that nest there. This past summer we took Junie and Kait for the first time and had lots of fun down at the pond trying to grab up some pond life in the nets they provided. Next year when she’s three, she’ll be able to do more activities and we can’t wait to take her back.

My Ellis Bird Farm Pond Photo-393,000 views on Google Maps!

Kait & Junie trying to catch a pollywog

In our travels we kept seeing a sign for the town of Stettler and since it was only about 40 minutes away from the cabin we figured we’d give it a try one Friday afternoon. Sorry Stettler, but we gave it a shot and your thrift store was closed “because of covid” and the only donut shop besides Tim Hortons that we could find totally sucked! I don’t doubt that there is more to recommend the town but for us it was a bust except for the cool old sign shown below.

Cool old sign in Stettler

On the other hand we loved the much smaller town of Alix where my grandparents had a house when I was growing up. It was fun to drive around the town and search for the old house and it was even more fun when we found it! I have many fond memories from my childhood of spending time there with my Dad’s mom & dad, Cecil & Lois Petry.
My grandfather Cecil worked at the local “creamery” in Alix until he retired and eventually passed away sometime around 1975.

The house had one of those attics with the little "secret passage" running beside the eaves and us kids loved to creep from one bedroom to the other, trying not to fall through the weird, vermiculite insulation. Such fun with the cousins munching grandma's home made cake donuts (I'm sensing a theme here) and playing in the attic bedrooms.

The town is unrecognizable now but lakes don’t move (much) and their house was adjacent to the North side of the Alix lake and that made it a lot easier to find. We discovered that today Alix has a great little antique store and lots of other shops and a few restaurants that we will have to try out the next time we are there.

Another fun little place that we like to go is “Gracie D’s” antiques and collectibles in the tiny little town of Mirror. This store almost seems to be bigger than the whole rest of the town combined! There are 15-20 small buildings in an enclosed yard and one main building and everything is just stuffed full of, well, stuff.

Much, much stuff. There’s Big stuff, small stuff, old stuff, very old stuff and shiny or rusty stuff. Lots of happy rummaging material here!

Gracie D's yard decorated with old truck & Flowers

Old Volkswagen Beetle at Gracie D's 

There’s one other town nearby that we often spend time in and that’s Camrose, a 30 minute drive from the cabin. We came so close to moving to Camrose a few years ago and Rose made me drive there to look at houses many, many times that summer. But along came our granddaughter Junie and that was, as they say, that.

The shopping and restaurants in Camrose are great and there isn’t much that you can’t get there, we love Mirror Lake and the path that goes all the way around it and we like to stop for an ice cream cone and then take a nice walk around the lake.

We’ve really missed the “Jaywalkers Jamboree” that takes place during June in Camrose. It’s basically a small town version of whatever they’re now calling Edmonton’s Klondike Days/Edmonton Exhibition/K Days, but with free parking and no entrance charge because it takes place right on the downtown streets.

Fun on the Carousel - Jaywalkers Jamboree

Games & Prizes

We find that there is always something to see in Alberta’s small towns and we really enjoy wandering around checking them out when we’re a little bored and trying to “Escape from the Cabin”. Christmas is now over and the days are starting to get longer, oh so slowly, so it won’t be long until we’re again anxiously anticipating spring once again. We just have to get through January and February and March, nothing to it!

Renos with Rosie - The Kitchen Contention - Part 1

 

I protested vehemently and I argued eloquently. 

I even resorted to raising my voice and stomping my foot in protest. But in the end, somehow, through some kind of feminine wiles that I fail to understand, I agreed to renovate the kitchen.

Not that it didn't need it because oh boy, it realllllly needed it!

My argument was more along the lines of, "with the state of the world right now extra money might be better spent on a root/bomb cellar or any number of prepper supplies like maybe respirators or batteries and I don't know, copious amounts of toilet paper!"

When that didn't work I mentioned that I had spent the entire previous winter doing minor renovations of one sort or another and "I am just really exhausted! I'm supposed to be retired!" And finally, the real kicker argument, "I don't wanna!"

But as usual I was eventually overruled and after a lot of Pinterest consultations and discussion between Rose, our adult daughters, April, Kait and myself; our design began to take shape and plans were made.

Little did I know that Rose’s plans and what I thought were our plans did not jive at all! We were supposed to go to BC to visit her ailing father and other family and friends and as cabin season was coming to an end we were really busy there and in our own yard and there was definitely no time to begin renovations.

 So of course, that’s exactly what Rose proposed that we do, she wanted me to build a paint booth in the back yard and begin painting all of the kitchen cabinets before winter!

My usual knee-jerk (or just jerk if you prefer) reaction is to say “NO, it can’t be done! It’s impossible!” And of course that’s what happened, exactly as my clever wife had planned. Perhaps she knows me too well, or I don’t know her well enough because I fell for it again.

Once she had elicited my expected reaction to her outrageous painting proposal, she quickly backed away from the ruse and deftly slipped in a new more reasonable idea that I found infinitely more doable and so begins our kitchen renovation story.

If you've ever done much in the way of renovating,

you understand the domino effect that determines the

order in which you can proceed. For us it is the

extreme lack of storage space that we had to factor

into our plans as we thought about the order that

things had to be done.

This is where we are going

This is where we started

We decided that step one was to remove

our tiny pantry cabinet in the

kitchen and replace it with two Ikea

"Pax" wardrobe cabinets that we

could stuff full of all of the displaced

kitchen items that we would end up

with when we pulled down one of our

upper cabinets and did away with

all the countertop clutter.

These Pax things are huge and when you

install 3 drawers and 4 shelves

inside each one they are amazingly

spacious and practical as a kitchen

pantry.

One issue with them for us is the very

weak shelves that are only

supported on the sides and not the back.

But with my amazing MacGyver skills I

designed a hack that should make

these shelves able to survive unbowed

for years.

 

I cut 2x2 pieces to fit under the shelves

along the back, painted them white and

put screws into them through

the sides of the pantry. Mic drop!

Supports for the Pax Pantry shelves

Ikea "Pax" Pantry

Right now getting some products at Ikea is a challenge and it took over a month to get the shelves in and I ended up cutting down a full sized shelf to make a microwave shelf above our "coffee bar".

 

The coffee bar is our favourite part of the pantry setup right now with the little led strip mounted on the underside of the shelf above it illuminating the coffee area nicely. For once, everything related to coffee and tea is located together in one place! We love it.

The Coffee Bar

While we waited for the Ikea shelves to arrive we started on the countertops and removing one of the upper cabinets beside the window so we could tile the entire wall and install floating shelves.

We decided on rubber wood, butcher block countertops from Lowes and we picked up 3 of them on sale for $129 each. As I wheeled them out I was tempted to yell “start the car” like the Ikea commercial. Next I got started ripping out the old counters so we could get it all done while the weather held. Since I have no garage, I do most of my cutting outside and we were in a race against the winter snows.

Ripping out the old counter

The new counter installed

The weird hole I had to make for the sink

The countertops cut fairly easily and since we were butting them up against each other and not trying to do 45 degree angles or anything it went very quickly. The biggest job was cutting out the hole and fitting the used white cast iron sink that Rose had found at the Re-Store. 

After insisting that we store that old sink in the basement for at least 7 years, she finally found a use for the thing. It is a weird size that just barely fit into the existing sink base unit but now it looks great! 

Rose's salvage sink $30

As I got the counters all in and fastened down I was standing around admiring how great they looked and thinking, "there, that's done, on to the next step." Of course that's  when my lovely wife dropped the bombshell that she now wanted to get rid of the lazy Susan unit in the corner cabinet and replace it with some slide out pot racks.

I may have reacted shall we say "strongly",  since I had mentioned it earlier when the counters were off and was assured that no, we weren’t going to be ripping it out. “Are you sure dear?”  I asked, “because now would be the time to do it while the counters are off.”

But "nooooooo" I was told, until I was all finished installing the counters and then it magically changed to "YES", I should have known! 

As it turned out it wasn’t too difficult to take out with a little help from my favourite power tool, my sawzall, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that thing is amazing at demolishing stuff. 

Removing the Lazy Susan

The biggest problem was that once I cut a hole in the side of the cabinet and Junie our granddaughter learned she could climb inside and make a fort in there, I was lucky to get it done without breaking her little heart. She’s getting used to renovations though and seems to just roll with it, enjoying each phase of the process.

Junie in her temporary "fort"

Speaking of Junie, one day after we looked after her during the renovation and she was “helping me” all day she went home and was busy moving stuff around and when her mom asked her what she was doing her response was. “I'm the papa, making everything nice". She was apparently, “remodelling.” What a sweetie!

The pot rack drawers turned out great and after I was finished I noticed that there was about 6 extra inches of clearance so I made a nice little spice drawer as well. I’m particularly proud of the drawer as I made it for about $10 and it works great.

The new spice drawer

And the pot racks

Next we removed one of the upper cabinets, April helped me replace the kitchen window, (she now loves the Sawzall almost as much as I do) and we completely tiled the wall around the window right to the ceiling. 

Next I installed 2 floating shelves that I made myself from the same rubberwood countertops that I used for the counters and if that wasn’t enough, I boxed in the extra space above the cabinet so it goes right to the ceiling now.

April helps me tile the backsplash

It's coming along-holes are for the floating shelf pins

Rose likes to "inflict" I mean "show me" various blogs with ideas for doing some similar renos and sometimes they are even helpful. One of them was about installing floating shelves and since they seemed workable, I shamelessly used their ideas- with a little tweaking of course. 

Getting ready for the floating shelves

I drilled holes in the studs about 3 inches deep and threaded 5/8th rods into the holes and then drilled slightly larger, matching holes into the shelves and pushed the shelves on and just like that, floating shelves. Actually that all involved about 6 hours of work and cost more than commercially available shelves but hey, it’s “custom”. 

The partly finished kitchen

All that’s left to do on that wall is a little more tile, a crown molding along the top of the cabinets at the ceiling and to paint all of the kitchen cabinets. In part 2 of this little renovation blog we will be doing all of that plus building a new custom hood vent. That should be fun! Not!

So far it’s been going great and we both love the renos that we’ve completed. We are taking a much deserved Christmas break and then we get back at it in January. We’ve got a little bit of time before cabin season starts again in April and this year I’m determined not to miss a minute of it so this renovation has got to be done before then!