The doctors diagnosed Ib with cancer and said his penis had to be removed, or he would die soon. So off the penis went. Snip.
And then they found out that there was no cancer. He had just had an infection. Ib was not happy about losing his penis, and even less so when he found out that it wasn’t necessary.
"Mentally, I’ve become some sort of no-sex. It’s devastating and hard. I wouldn’t wish this upon any man. It’s horrible in so many ways. Sexually, it’s a major bummer. It just doesn’t work."
Though he could replace his limb with a replica, that just wouldn’t do the job. This limb can never be replaced.