Welcome to September. I’m about 15 days late (and about to be 1 day late on my car insurance) better late than never on both accounts I suppose. Speaking of September, speaking as a girl who kicked in the face of cervical cancer, I would like to know why it took me 15 days to realize it was Gynecological Cancer Month. I was not greeted with fanfare, PSAs, and tissue boxes, and kitsch. I have grown to rely heavily on kitsch to know which month goes with which cancer, and here I am clearly failing my own team.

Don’t get me wrong, I whole heartedly support each of us and our own cancers. I just think some of us live in the shadow of others. And what pisses me off is I’m mumbling and grumbling because I don’t have a damn teal tissue box to wipe away my self indulgent tears. I believe 1000% that if you are going to promote breast cancer awareness in terms of mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, and grandmothers than the same respect should be paid to those with gynecological cancers.

• Cervical cancer is the number ONE cause of cancer related deaths among women in developing countries
• The National Cancer Institute estimates that 11,150 women will be diagnoses with cervical cancer.
• 3, 670 of these women will die.
• Thanks to increased Pap testing, death by cervical cancer continues to decline each year but up until the early 90s it was the leading cause of cancer death among women.

Your cervix, the birth canal, isn’t ugly. A vagina isn’t  gross. We have 1 pair (that’s 2 total) ovaries. Please know this. Please know they are susceptible to cancer. Please know they can affect your Gramma, Momma, sister, and daughter.

Welcome to CancerCake. Welcome to September. Welcome to National Gynecological Cancer Month. Welcome to being aware.

Well now that that is out of the way. I want you to know my page will not be directed entirely at gynecological cancer. It will be directed entirely at youth cancer culture in whatever form that may take. This is going to be great people. Sit tight.