For over a year, two-year-old Elliott Livingstone has been relying on a mechanical heart. That's longer than any other child in the UK.

 

But now, after undergoing a heart transplant, he has been given the gift of life, and his mum Candace couldn't be happier - or more grateful. 

 

Candace and husband Adrian from Hampshire, England penned a beautiful, touching thank-you letter to the anonymous donor who helped save her child's life. 

 

“Thank you little angel. In their darkest hour, as you prepared to take your last breath, your family selflessly thought of others,” they wrote.

 

 

 

“While your wings were preparing for your flight to glory, they decided their own grief was not their sole focus. Instead they chose to gift your heart to a stranger."

 

“They had no idea what battle he faced, who he was or where he came from. Their one intention was for life to flourish as your own sands of time quickly slipped away. In that moment they showed us, in a world full of so much pain and suffering, just how amazing humanity can be."

 

“Thank you will never be enough. Your family has given our family hope. A chance of a future. A chance of life itself."

 

 

“We will endeavour to uphold your honour and your sacrifice. Not a day will go by without remembering your unselfish nature. For every additional day enjoyed, we will make sure each moment encapsulates the vibrancy and quality of life you have afforded us. We promise to make you proud of your decision to donate.”

 

“We are always hopeful that promoting organ donation through our own experience will help others realise how life-changing and life-enhancing this act can be.”

 

You can read more about little Elliott's struggles on the Facebook link below. 

 

A new hope. A new future.It was only in the days after Elliott's transplant did we learn how close it came to not...

Posted by Elliott's Heart Transplant Journey - Life with Dilated Cardiomyopathy on Monday, April 11, 2016

 

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