Wishing All Our Families, Friends And Supporters A Very Merry Christmas
Our gorgeous son George Allan Hatfield was born on 18th July 2017. After some extremely precious weeks at home, it transpired that George was suffering from a very rare disease known as Biliary Atresia; George was made active on the transplant list on 21st September 2018.
On 14th January 2019, and after countless hospital stays due to infections, George received his treasured gift of life. We as a family are forever grateful for the heroic and selfless gift that George's donor, and his family, gave to him.
However, after 6 wonderful months spent at home in what appeared to be perfect health, George sadly deteriorated. In December 2019, George was diagnosed with PTLD ( Post-transplant lymphoproliferative disease) - a rare and aggressive form of cancer (High Grade T-cell Monomorphic PTLD) - caused by the immuno-suppressant medication he was receiving post-transplant. Devastatingly, a week later whilst under the amazing care of Great Ormond Street Hospital, the fight proved too much for George to bear and, at just 2 years old, he fell asleep peacefully in his Mummy and Daddy's arms on 22nd December 2019.
We talk about George every single day. We laugh with his older brother Thomas about the wonderful, silly things he used to do and the mischief he caused (He held a strong desire to sneak off and throw our shoes down the toilet!). He absolutely worshiped bubbles, had an obsession with bowling, wanted to eat more scrambled egg than we could cook and would often be found scooting round the house on his scuttle bug (usually in the nude and with a bottle of juice hanging from his mouth). And yes - he loved windmills or, as he called them, "mind-mills".
To us, he never really left. Everything is as it was - his toy box is still filled with toys and his shoes and coat are still under the stairs. We keep his favourite snacks in the kitchen cupboard along with the juice bottles he loved, all his clothes hang neatly in his wardrobe and the toy balls he loved so much are still found in random places in the house. George absolutely loved "pretty lights" so despite passing away shortly before Christmas we still hang our decorations that he loved so much and think of George as the lights twinkle and shine.
He is here with us still and always will be, for as long as we exist. We will never, ever let him go.
And we can't think of a better way to honour our brave son and keep his memory alive than setting up George's Windmills.