When I began writing this blog in 2008, I rode my bike to work every day, and falling was of no concern. Yes, I had broken a hip in 2007, but that was because I was walking hand-in-hand with Peter when he tripped and pulled me down with him.

But what we worry about changes.

Although I’m not a habitual reader of obituaries, when I do look at them, I notice that many of the elderly die after complications of a fall. At the start of my radiation treatment, the nurses told me to avoid falling because they didn’t want anything to interfere with my daily treatments. Last week a good friend broke her knee-cap when she tripped just a few steps from her front door.

Jane Brody recently tackled (so-to-speak) this topic in her New York Times “Well” column.

I recommend it.