When I was 15 I was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer that got into my spinal cord. I was told that a) I'd never walk again and b) that I'd never get it up - at all.
I seriously considered ending it all, in fact I planned it and even got to the roof of the hospital I was in and prepared to roll the wheelchair off the building. I didn't (obviously) and rolled back to my hospital bed.
After my surgery to remove the tumour, I was lying in my bed unable to move for several weeks. One day I was assigned an extremely hot, blonde nurse who offered to give me a wash in bed. I actually said "whatever..." such was my dark mood and my rampant desire to end it all. Until she actually began washing me...
Well Hello Sailor!! My little 'pooky' stood to attention the moment that angel leaned over me and I copped a gorgeous view of those two perky little funster's inside the cutest little lace bra I'd ever seen. I coouldn't decide whether to be embarrassed or fucking elated for the fact that it worked! Suffice to say that all thoughts of suicide flew well out the window at that stage.
Cut to a number of years later - I'm walking despite some permanent numbness in my left leg and curiously - one side of my schlong - but it works - WELL!!
I'm a nurse myself. I entered the profession not so much out of any altruistic desire to care and contribute but moreso for the chance to chase some choice tail!