Some people find so hard to take it.

I was brought up in a grateful family environment. As a child my mom used to have a couple of magic words — the ones that make the world a better place — and “thank you” was one of them.

If someone does something for you, show your gratitude. Spread it across as much as you can. Gratitude isn’t something you keep it to yourself.

Growing up, when I went to Denmark, I had the chance to live not only a grateful family environment, but a grateful society. Danes thank everything. Literally.

Thank you for the food, they say to whomsoever cooked the meal. Thank you for the last time we met, they will say the next time they see you.

No matter the occasion they’ll always find something to be thankful for, it’s their “cozy way of being”, that I gladly embodied and didn’t lose ever since.

Now here’s the catch: why is it so hard, or uncomfortable rather, for anyone to be thanked so many times in a short period of time? Why do we feel the urge to question gratitude instead of accepting it?

A nursing shift lasts for around 6 to 7 hours. That means I have one person who’s only job is to take care of me for this whole time. Which is a very dirty job I must say:

Pills. Syrups. Injections. Fluids. Chemo Medication. Blood Tests. Blood Transfusion. Platelets Transfusion. Check Temperature. Check BP. Check the other arm’s BP. Inform the Doctors. Follow the Protocol. Make other staff people follow the Protocol. Give me Food. Convince me to take food. Give me Water. Give me a bath.

It is so so much. And when I thank them for the multiple things they do for me during this period of time, I get the same reaction and answer from different nurses in different shifts:

“You don’t need to thank me all the time. I’m just doing my job.”, or “You’re too sweet. But this is my duty.”

Do they even know how awesome they are, I keep asking myself.

By doing their job they are helping me go out of a fever. They are ensuring I don’t get an infection. They are keeping me alive. They are freaking super heroes.

Showing some gratitude to them is the least I can do. And I’ll keep doing so, hoping one day they won’t question it.

What about you? Have you shown some gratitude around these days? Or even better, have you allowed yourself to feel genuinely grateful lately?
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