My name is Jennifer Michelli-Haskell, though many know me as Tarr Troll, part of the Renaissance faire duo, Arr and Tarr Troll.

For years, I’ve struggled with shoulder issues, but other medical concerns had to take priority—spinal surgery to keep me walking, hand surgeries so I could continue performing and working as a graphic artist, and foot surgeries for the same reason as my spine. I put off dealing with my shoulders for as long as I physically could. But by mid-2024, it became impossible to ignore. I started dropping things, and at times, I couldn’t even move my arm—like my shoulder joint had frozen in place.

After months of doctor visits and four months of physical therapy, I was told in October 2024 that surgery was my only option. However, with the holidays approaching and a Renaissance faire show starting in January 2025 and running through February, I made the tough decision to push surgery to early 2025.

Then, on January 29, 2025, I received a letter informing me that I was no longer eligible for financial assistance through the hospital where my doctor works. I was suddenly responsible for my entire deductible and out-of-pocket costs—$6,250—due upfront before my surgery on February 20. Despite trying to appeal, I was left with no choice but to cancel the operation. I simply don’t have that kind of money lying around, especially after being told last year that it would be covered. Apparently, the new year reset everything, including financial assistance, which I may no longer qualify for due to other reasons.

Now, I’m facing a serious risk: my shoulder bicep is at the point of snapping due to wear and tear, which could leave me without function in my arm and hand.

Performing has always been my passion—making people laugh, bringing joy, and creating unforgettable moments. It’s what I live for. If you’ve ever laughed at one of my jokes, smiled because of something I’ve done, or simply enjoyed a moment I helped create, I ask that you consider helping me through this.

So here I am, passing the basket so to speak, humbly asking for help—something I hate doing. I know so many people are struggling, and I never like to ask for anything, but I don’t know what else to do other than live in pain indefinitely.

Thank you for reading my story, sharing it, and, if you’re able, donating.

And always remember—Tarr Troll loves you.