Although I had not pondered that particular question that day, I got an answer very quickly and VERY clearly.
When the doctor told me that I had cancer and began to talk about the odds of dying, I did not hear him that long. Within seconds I had begun to think of my parents and how I wished that I could have spent more time with them, wished I had been a better son. I thought of my siblings and wished I had spent more time with them, had not let "life" get in the way of us all knowing each other as a family should.I thought of my girlfriend of 6 years and how I had put off asking her to marry me because it was "just a piece of paper." I thought of how many times I had "wronged" each one of them and had not apologized. I thought of all the things I felt about each one of them and had never told them, a task that seemed very difficult but at that moment, seemed as simple as breathing and seemed like one of the dumbest mistakes I had ever made.
Never once did I think of what they, or anyone else, had done to me. Not once did I ever come close to wishing I had more money.
This all happened within seconds of hearing the doctor's words. It only took me minutes to figure out that I had just answered the question that we all often wonder- "What are the only things that truly matter in this world?"