"The good old days" are tricky, there was a lot that wasn't good, but sometimes a few people were able to carve out compassionate situations and offer them to others.

I'm Gen X but I still laugh when I remember that my mother once called our family doctor and he met us at 11 p.m. at his office to stitch up an injury I'd gotten earlier (and had hidden until bedtime). Then Mom paid cash, and not a scary amount, either. Nobody anywhere offers that kind of service anymore, at any price.