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 stomach was swollen too, but I'd put that down to constipation. But it wasn't that. It was the tumour that was growing in her stomach.
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