Sitting in the GP surgery with my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Eden on my lap, tears streamed down my face as I begged for help. Having spent the past six weeks in and out of appointments, I knew that something wasn’t right. We were all missing something, but I didn’t know what. All of a sudden she’d had lots of infections and illnesses, and the gaps where she wasn’t poorly were getting smaller. She was lethargic and hadn’t been able to consume anything other than a smoothie in weeks. Her