My eldest brother was pre-NHS, all the rest (so very many) of us were courtesy of NHS. He suffered terribly with chest trouble from the year of his birth, which was treated by rubbing his chest with wintergreen as going to the doctor cost. He still had chest trouble as a young adult. The rest of us enjoyed rude health. The NHS have just delivered my beautiful first grandchild, prematurely, in a brand-new specially built unit that was eye-wateringly gorgeous, with well-trained, caring and competent staff.
The right-wing revolution of the 19080s was designed to make us afraid - afraid of poverty, afraid of unemployment, afraid of speaking out against injustice. The last bastion of this is to make good health the privilege of those with money. Living in an area noticeably short of this, I urge that the privatisation of healthcare should be resisted to the last barricade. That isn't to say that changes can't be made, for example sacking overpaid managers in suits who think they are Alan Sugar incarnate.