It would be your inside joke

My nightmare would be some Tom Hanks Castaway scenario, where I'm trapped on a desert island, and have testicular cancer. I know I have testicular cancer because I feel a lump while masturbating and obviously I have to be a doctor of some sort or I would not be able to differentiate between a normal feeling pair of balls versus a sickly one. I would have had to touch several hundred balls through med school to know the difference. Even while on the island I would regret never becoming a gynecologist or a tit doctor. I feel a lump, I have to operate on my own balls with the edge of a dull ice skate.

I would continue to weigh the pros and cons of my life decisions, my choice in choosing my medical profession. Theoretically people go to doctors when they have problems. They don't go to doctors and say, "hey check out my fine working pair of breasts doctor," or "please examine my shiny functional vagina." "My cock is long doctor. I just want you to see it so you can tell people at medical conventions and at fancy cocktail parties you've dream of going to when you where attending med school, that I was the biggest cock." Like a forearm you would later text and comment to facebook friends who attended the convetions and parties because they knew about the story. It would be your inside joke.