There are three reasons Whitney Houson's life and death matters.
Second, Whitney's death is a cogent reminder of the danger of drug interactions and side effects. Four days before she died, she had received new prescriptions to treat a throat condition. Did the prescribing doctor know what other medicines she was taking? Did Whitney really understand the danger of drinking alcohol when taking medications for anxiety, panic attacks, and depression? Obviously she did since alcohol was not found in her system during an autopsy. Did the public ever understand she actually had fears and anxiety about being on stage? Does the public ever get how challenging it is to perform and practice for long hours? So few of us really can grasp a life that has it all in super portions... a life lived large. There's not book on how to live large or how to manage when you reach your dreams and more. Yet, even before the cause of death was released... people jumped to conclusions. And even though an autopsy revealed that Whitney did not die of a drug overdose, many in the media still insist that she did. Who's in charge here? Of course, prior behavior is always a precipitating factor for any of us when it comes to death. But on the day Whitney died she did not have enough drugs or alcohol in her system to allow the experts to rule either caused her death. The coroner ruled her death was due to "accidental drowning." Was it her heart or someone else that caused that? If she had had too many drugs in her system we would have had a different ruling.
Thirdly, with Bobby Brown out of her life since 2007, she had lost her primary enabler for doing cocaine. She sought "recovery." Indeed, she told Oprah that she stayed in her pajamas for six months after leaving him and moving to Los Angeles. She also admitted she went to counseling and rehab at various places around the country. She dedicated herself to being a good parent and a better role model for her daughter. Yet, so many in the public have branded her not as a "recovering addict" but an addict whose behavior was beyond forgiveness or understanding. The "haters" remain. The scorching comments following the governor of New Jersey ordering flags flown at half mast for her is as curious as demanding that President Barack Obama produce his birth certificate to prove he's a citizen.
So Whitney Houston's life and death matter because they are both wake up calls that we as a society needs to: (1) change the mindset regarding prescription drugs; legal is not necessarily safe, (2) cease permitting medicine to be depicted as normal and safe and allowing it to be advertised on television, and (3) accelerate the push for having an electronic medical system so doctors can access what medicines their patients are taking.
It would be a shame to learn that Whitney's death was avoidable because her various doctor didn't have accurate information about her medicines. All of the signs during the week leading up to her death point to a bad reaction to legally prescribed medicine. The sweating, mood changes, and scratch marks were symptomatic of such. She may even have had other underlying medical conditions that were not helped by her tendency to panic or anxiety attacks.
Whitney Houston's living will not have been in vain, if legislators get it. It's time for Congress and the President to collaborate on creating Whitney's Law: a new law requiring electronic filling of all medicines in a central source. It's time to modernize our medical system to increase awareness of interactions and indicators of drugs. As a certified teacher of adults who have relatives with mental illnesses, I also would suggest that the public become more educated about medications and treatment for various kinds of mental illness and even take the Free, 12-week course offered around the country by NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness). That would certainly be more productive than blaming Whitney Houston for her own death, even before results are released.
Rest In Peace, Whitney Elizabeth Houston. Thank you for your honesty about your struggle, your loving spirit, and decades of great music.