It was only when I was unpacking my hundredth box that it occurred to me that moving house is similar to having cancer.
It’s a major upheaval in your life: a time when there are new challenges, new people and new environments to deal with.
For instance, when I heard the word cancer come out of my doctor’s mouth I burst into tears, and then cried for another two months every time I thought about it. The same thing happened when my husband told me he wanted us to leave Los Alamos.
Both were life-changing events.