After the White House, the pills and alcohol took hold.
When Jimmy Carter beat President Ford in the 1976 presidential election, Betty’s time in the White House—and the spotlight—suddenly ended. The Fords moved to Rancho Mirage, California, a tony community near Palm Springs where they’d vacationed with friends for years, with hopes of enjoying retirement. For Betty, it was a difficult transition. Her husband, in high demand on the speech circuit, traveled almost constantly. And with all four children grown and living independently, Betty was often alone—and lonely.
For the previous 23 years, Betty had suffered chronic pain due to a pinched nerve in her neck. Over the years, doctors had prescribed ever-increasing strengths of pain medication along with Valium to ease her bouts of depression and anxiety. And at the White House, that continued, with the White House physician, Dr. William Lukash, providing Betty with a myriad of pills to ease whatever ailments she had. Like millions of other Americans, Betty presumed that if the doctor prescribed her something, it was safe. There was no warning that her nightly vodka-and-tonic could be detrimental—even dangerous—when mixed with the medication she was taking.
The combination of loneliness, depression, chronic pain, alcohol and prescription pills sent Betty spiraling downward, to the point where her family barely recognized her. Susan, the youngest of the Ford’s children and only daughter, noticed that her mother, who had always moved with a dancer’s grace, had become clumsy and shuffled her feet when she walked. Frequently, she slurred her speech; and many days, she stayed in her bathrobe. One day, Caroline Coventry, Betty’s personal assistant at the time, discovered a stash of prescription bottles. “The amount of medicine was staggering,” she recalled. Coventry wrote down all the medication—it filled three legal pages—and boldly confronted Betty’s personal physician in Rancho Mirage. His response? He thought he’d lose the former first lady as a patient if he didn’t give her what she asked for.
Everyone around Betty—her husband, her children, her friends—realized something was wrong. They just didn’t know what to do, or how to fix it.