What do you call something that can't be defined, labeled, predicted, researched, or categorized? Perhaps you would call that something a riddle. But this riddle has no right answer. There is no cheat sheet on the back that can tell you what to expect. There is no teacher who has the right answer in her book, waiting until the right moment to divulge the eagerly awaited answer. Neither is there a doctor, rich in knowledge and experience, who can make a sure diagnoses and heal a broken heart. Thus, perhaps you would change the word "riddle" to "mystery," as in one of those great "unsolved mysteries." Leo is surely on the top of that list. Yesterday we had a visit with one of the prominent neurologists at the hospital to look at Leo man's new MRI slides. I suppose that both Justin and I thought that somehow, he would be able to provide us with some clear answers as to our little guy's new diagnosis and prognosis. I think we should have known ...