I was driving around in my minivan full of kids the other day when hundreds of people ran by in their underwear.
"Oh, right," said I. "September is Sexual Cancers Awareness Month."
The last time this happened I was pushing a baby stroller. I stopped at an intersection to let hundreds of people in wigs and boxers and bras and race numbers on their legs pass by. Some were gasping, some were prancing, all were in various states of undress. Me and my toddler cheered for them while the baby slept.
"What was that?" asked my little girl. I didn't know.
But I found out later when I saw a pamphlet advertising "The Underwear Affair," a run to raise awareness and money for sexual cancers.
Their mantra is to "bring awareness to down there-ness."
As a sexual cancer survivor but not someone who is really "out" about it, I can honestly say, this sure means a lot to me peoples. When I found out about this run I had just been diagnosed / cured of cervical cancer and even though I was saved I felt awfully alone and, as my wee ones would put it, "scaredy" about it all.
Thanks for running around in your underwear, Western Alberta. It helps. I've seen you do it. It's helped me.