It’s so strange how life seems to lead us along this incredible journey. Often unplanned. Or at least not planned by us. I often grapple with the question of why my boy had to be diagnosed with this illness. I often think about how awesome it would be if we didn’t have to think about his illness all the time. Which we do. ‘Let’s go for a picnic.’ Wait. Where? How long? Open field? Small patch of grass? Any flowers with loads of pollen near by? Maybe we can go, only or an hour