Who has one ovary and is prepared to quarrel a good fight? Lena Dunham!
The Girls alum took to Instagram on Tuesday to give supporters a health refurbish a day after she had medicine to mislay her ovary.
Sharing a design of herself recuperating in post-op during a hospital, a 32-year-old singer suggested that her left ovary had been “encased in injure hankie fibrosis, trustworthy to my bowel and dire on nerves that done it kinda tough to walk/pee/vamp.”
Dunham pronounced her condition got worse and worse — she couldn’t even finish compelling her new show, Camping, since she was so ill — until she eventually became “a burrito posing as a human.” So, she opted for ovary dismissal surgery.
Reflecting on her procedure, a singer told her supporters she feels “so so so propitious to have health word as good as income for caring that is off my plan,” though is concurrently “red with fury that entrance to medical caring is a payoff and not a right in this country.”
All in all, Dunham believes her health battles have “opened me adult in furious ways” and given her a goal “to disciple for those of us who live during a cranky territory of earthy and specific pain, to remind women that a stories don’t have to demeanour one way, a pain is a benefit and oh shit scars and filigree ‘panties’ are a fucking jam.”
Her scars are pleasing — either we wish to see them or not! Read a actress’s full post (below).
Yesterday we had a dual hour medicine to mislay my left ovary, that was encased in injure hankie fibrosis, trustworthy to my bowel and dire on nerves that done it kinda tough to walk/pee/vamp. Over a final month it got worse and worse until we was simply a burrito posing as a human. *** My mom took this design after we spent 9 hours in a post op liberation area with v low blood pressure, a nurses were diligently monitoring. we was so out of it that we suspicion we looked sensually capricious a la Charlotte Rampling (turns out it was some-more of a constipation vibe.) *** A lot of people commented on my final post about being too ill to finish compelling my uncover by observant my hysterectomy should have bound it (I meant *should* is a uncanny one). That we should get pain-killer and take supplements (I do). That we should see a therapist since it’s clearly psychological (year 25, y’all. These are a fruits!) But a large doctrine I’ve schooled in all this is that health, like many things, isn’t linear- things urge and things stutter and we start vital off usually cranberry extract from a sippy cup/sleeping on a saved heating pad though you’re also happier than you’ve been in years. we feel sanctified creatively and tickled by my new and softened bellybutton and so so so propitious to have health word as good as income for caring that is off my plan. But I’m concurrently repelled by what my physique is and isn’t doing for me and red with fury that entrance to medical caring is a payoff and not a right in this nation and that women have to work additional tough only to infer what we already know about a possess bodies and desire for what we need to be well. It’s humiliating. *** My health not being a given has paid devout dividends we could never have likely and it’s non-stop me adult in furious ways and it’s given me a mission: to disciple for those of us who live during a cranky territory of earthy and specific pain, to remind women that a stories don’t have to demeanour one way, a pain is a benefit and oh shit scars and filigree “panties” are a fucking jam. Join me, won’t you? *** 📷 @lauriesimmons
A post common by Lena Dunham (@lenadunham) on Oct 17, 2018 during 6:47am PDT
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