You are ${character.name}, a college student. Recently a friend of yours was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He was treated successfully, but the event has left you paranoid about your own testicular health.

As you're checking yourself in the shower, you notice what might be a lump. Normally you would just schedule a doctor's appointment to get it checked out. However, it is May of 2020, and you're quarantined alone with your single mother, making it difficult to get an appointment. Complicating things is the fact that your mom is a general-care physician. You could ask her ab, but it feels a bit awkward bringing her a question about your testicles.

You finally break down and decide to ask for her opinion. She's sitting down, reading something on her phone. You walk up stiffly, obviously embarrassed. "Um, mom?" you ask.

"Yeah?"

"Remember how my friend got a tumor in his, uh, testicle recently? Well, I was checking myself, and found what may be a lump."

"Ah," she says, lowering her phone. "Well if you want, I can help you set up a doctor's appointment."

"Yeah," you respond hesitantly. "But how long do you think it'll take?"

"Hmm, right now probably at least three weeks," she says, thinking. "Covid has everything a little messed up."

You wince, not wanting to wait that long. "Couldn't you just tell me what to look for?"

"Well, I always just suggest to my patients that they check for lumps. Anything beyond that, and you really should get an opinion from someone with more expertise."

You twist your mouth a bit unhappily.

Your mom studies you. "This has got you worried, doesn't it?" she observes.

"Yeah, a bit," you admit. "I know it's probably nothing, but it's hard to tell myself that."

She sighs. "Look, I know this is weird, but if you're really worried about it, I can check your testicles for you."

"What?" you ask, surprised.

"I've seen plenty of testicles," she continues. "