When my son was in the 3rd grade he was diagnosed with cancer. It was an absolute shock to all of our family, and we couldn't have seen it coming from a mile away. Months went by and his chemo didn't really work that well, he was getting worse and worse as the days went by and our family had pretty much given up hope, and my son was kind of content with dying he said. Sad time for us all. There was one last hope though, our doctor was apparently part of some medical testing group that had their hands on a new type of treatment for the cancer that was similar to chemotherapy but didn't have as bad of side effects as the other, more commonly used chemotherapy had. So, we decided we'd give it a shot, we didn't have much to lose anyways. The doctor guided us step by step on how to care for him following the chemotherapy and even helped us move into a new house while he was our doctor. (We moved closer to the hospital so we could get better healthcare than at our local clinic, we used to live in a pretty small town) Over time, his diagnosis got better and better, about 5 months later it was as if he no longer had cancer at all, he was healthy enough to run around and play sports, it was as if the cancer had never even happened. Everyone in our family was overjoyed. Back at the doctors office, I was worrying and worrying over what the bill was going to be, I mean.. new treatment.. not only that but it worked.. and extremely well at that. The doctor came up to me and I asked, "So, will my insurance cover any of the costs?" and he replied, "yes, most of it actually." I was relieved,but who knows how much money would be left... Then he said "I've been touched by your little boy, and me and my nurses have gathered enough money to pay off the rest of the costs. I couldn't believe it. I started to walk away in disbelieve when I heard the doctor say, "Oh, one moment, wait" I turned around and said "Yeah?" he said, "I need just one thing from you though." Confused by what he would need I asked, "What do you need?" The doctor said, "I need about Tree Fiddy" Now it was around this time when I realized the doctor was 7 stories tall and was actually a crustacean from the Paleozoic era. Goddamn Nessie! That goddamn Loch Ness monster had gotten me again. I stood there screaming at him about who was going to pay my bills as he swam into the distance. So now, I don't really trust doctors that much anymore, because I always remember this incident and it makes it that much harder to trust them.
Tl;dr: I would never sacrifice my own kid for anything.