Petra Herrmann Relief Fund
This is Petra Herrmann. Stylish, sarcastic, sexy on the outside, and a gooey mess of love on the inside. She's a renowned boudoir photographer , educator and mentor.
[Thing 1, with Thing 1.5.]
[Thing 2 and Thing 3]
**And then this happened**
In October 2014, Petra found a large mass in her left breast. It turned out to be stage 2 breast cancer.
She is only 44.
Over the next year, Petra will face tremendous challenges:
How to keep her boudoir studio thriving and support her family financially, especially as her significant other, a talented exterior brick and stone mason, waits out a winter without consistent work.
How to keep drinking kale juice drinks that "taste like ass" and avoid her beloved Reeces Peanut Butter Cups.
[ass-tasting anti-cancer juice drink]
Petra has a ton of support both on the ground in Kansas City from family and friends and from her boudoir (and other genres too) photographer friends around the world.
She also has strength unlike most people you know, and a cutting sense of humor that will carry her through, because as she says, "Cancer, you picked the wrong bitch."
What she doesn't have is health insurance, or disability insurance, or security that her business will sustain during her chemotherapy, mastectomy and radiation therapy treatments.
**This is where you come in. **
We want to raise at least $7500 for Petra to pay medical bills, keep her studio rent paid and keep the heat on in her house. $7500 at least. (Our 'stretch goal' is $30,000).
Please help Petra and her family get through this crisis intact. Your gift of any amount is deeply appreciated.
You could also support her with:
1. Gift cards to her massage therapist
2. Funny, encouraging notes and photos sent through the contact form on this website.
You can read Petra's personal journal here:
[Petra's boobs for now. She may wind up with an even nicer set when all is said and done. She likes to look for the silver lining ...]
As I was getting ready this morning for chemo round 2 I noticed a bit more hair had shed and I allowed myself nanosecond of sadness before made my energy shift from sad to glad. Every day I wake up with hair is a gift - even better than that - every day that I wake up feeling good is a gift. Every night I am able sleep a good sleep is a gift. Every kiss and hug and ounce of love I receive from my family and my friends - each are gifts that I cherish.
There's more on my blog - linked here: http://petraherrmann.com/day-53-second-round-of-chemo/
Until this past Monday I was going to try and delay chemo until after the holidays but on Monday I changed my mind. I’m not sure the cause but, I suddenly got ok with chemo before the holidays. Instead of looking at treatment as though it were a punishment I began to view it as a gift.
So Merry Christmas to me – chemo starts in two days. I’m ready. Bring it.
Today has been one of those struggles. An epic struggle, in fact.
I've sat down at my computer at least 4 times to try and hammer out the words that will accurately describe what I'm feeling and I keep coming up blank.
Thank you - the words just don't cut it.
Grateful - this word fits but not quite because what I feel is bigger than that.
Overwhelmed - this one fits. It's getting easier now --
Astounded - by the generosity of so many.
Relieved - I cannot convey to what extent that I feel relief. Relief that with these donations I can keep my family warm and my studio intact.
Joyful. Elated. Hopeful. Wrap the three together and multiply by 44 and infinity. I'm amazed.