It’s a lie if I implied pod plumbing is easy. For instance, when we arrived at the cabin, we discovered the kitchen faucet seal had failed. F-bomb! My confession though is about my frustration due to FODMAP, the non-inflammatory diet we are testing. Given the long list of irritating ingredients, the potential in 21 weekly meals at home fizzles. Apart from the petty inconveniences, the worst four-letter word surfaces: Fear. I am afraid. Is Rob’s a chronic ailment that could curtail our adventures forever? Worse, will he be uncomfortable and suffer? And, sadly, will I lack compassion?