My mother became very ill while on a trip to USA in 1957. We were small children and our DF had recently died.
She had no money and no insurance, was evicted from her hotel room and taken (by whom I don't know) to the charity hospital in Brooklyn where she was treated free of charge for 2 weeks.
She had been thinking of moving to live in the USA but after that experience she shuddered at the idea of one of us becoming ill or disabled and came to the UK instead.
Our most recent experience of care was DH's cancer treatment. Couldn't fault the 4 years of care until he died.
We are all mortal but nice to think we don't have to choose who is more important to treat than another.
Thinking of selling due to heat
