My mother liked to think that everything was better in America. She didn’t want to hear that we’d bought a German dryer because it was the best one in the shop. She was sure that she got the best health care in the world because she lived in America. The idea that by running off to some Third World country in the Middle East I might get better care was beyond unbelievable to her.
As an American, she certainly paid more, lots more, for medical care than Germans, Canadians or Israelis. But she got less for her money.