My first cousin died suddenly in his home last month. More like a brother to me, Steve was a 68-year-old avid saltwater fisherman who had been healthy all his life — you’d be far more likely to find him angling for bonefish on the flats of the Florida Keys than anywhere near a doctor’s office. Steve’s death was likely due to a complication from a heart attack he suffered a week earlier. His death illustrates the story of a health care system that is increasingly failing to meet its basic responsibilities.