Food be thy medicine For years, every bite my son Elliot ate was a battle to keep him alive. Feeding him took eight or nine hours a day. He was so sensitive to food that even swallowing was exhausting. The hospital refused to put in a feeding tube, so we kept him alive one spoonful at a time. That battle taught me the true power of nutrition. Every mouthful had to count. Every gram had to build, not drain. And somewhere in the middle of that fight, I found a simple free tool