Because what could be more frightening than excruciating pain in your bladder and vagina (or prostrate), a lack of sleep from the constant need to urinate, extreme food allergies, and pain from sexual intercourse? I've never seen the SAW movies...but I think living with IC is frightening enough without having to pay to watch a horror movie. We can never stop advocating for more research, better treatments, faster diagnostic tools, and more media attention for IC. So each year when candy corn and miniature candy bars begin to fill the aisles of the stores, donate some money to IC research, or call someone with IC to let them know that you are thinking about them. The only thing scarier than having IC is having IC and thinking that no one cares about you.