Two weeks ago today, I was acutely hospitalized with a disease called Ulcerative Colitis. This came as quite a schock to both my family and myself. I knew something were wrong, and have been ill for about a month. But when they told me it could not be cured my world broke down. I was scared, and I was crying so hard. My boyfriend were there with me when I got the message, and didn't leave my side for a second through my treatment. I responded really well to the first treatment, and got home after five days in the hospital. I was thrilled, and thought I was cured. But no. After only about one day at home things changed for the worse. I got really ill again, and was really scared that my body wouldn't respond to the treatment this time. And I was right. After three more days with treatment there were no change. I was devastated, and went through different studys and they decided to try another treatment.We were all sure this would be what would save me, and were very positive. This treatment should have shown results after only a day, maximun two. But yesterday it still didn't show anything. The doctors came to tell me that I didn't respond as they wished, so they could only see one last solution. Operation. They would have to remove my colon - all of it. And then give me a ileostomy. My world crashed. I was completely devastated. I called my boyfriend and cried, I called my dad and cried and I called my mum and cried. They cried, and it was the hardest thing ever. They all came rushing to see me, to help me through talking to the doctors, and prepare myself mentally for this huge change. While I waited for them to arrive, I came to think of something a beautiful lady once taught me. I was Born This Way. N matter what they changed, I would still be me. Maybe with a little something different, but it would make me special. Right at that moment, I decided that I would not see this as a curse. It is the worlds way of asking me 'Do you want to be here? Do you want to live?' And my answer is loud and clear: YES! I am no longer ready to die, nor to give up on anything. And miraculously the tables turned today. Everything started working out great, and they cancelled my operation. So far, they can deal with it medically. I am sure that my change of mind, and remembering BTWB in Copenhagen and our beautiful Mother Monster helped me through this. And the best part is, that my parents had gotten me FAME as a 'congratulations, you can go home from the hospital for the weekend'-gift! I was thrilled. THANK YOU MOTHER MONSTER, FOR GIVING ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN. TO MAKE ME REALISE THAT I AM BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY I AM, AND THAT IT DOESN'T CHANGE ME AS A PERSON WHAT THEY DO TO MAKE ME LIVE LONGER. AS LONG AS I DO LIVE. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Paws up!