I agree with mrs Lizzy. regarding care homes.
I worked in a care home as a fully qualified care assistant, back when you didn't need any qualification. Most of the other members had very strong accents, which made it very difficult for the hard of hearing to understand.
The days were filled with getting them clients up washed dressed, fed, toileted bathed, morning tea, toileted lunch toileted, afternoon tea, toilet dinner, toilet, supper, toilet wash dressed for bed. maybe a bit of telly watching a visit from a hairdresser or some thing. No time to actually spend time with the clients.
It was enough to put me off of any of my family ending in a place like that.
I remember one account of an elderly lady who had been sent to hospital due to internal bleeding from the nether regions. She was a bit of a witch generally moaning and complaining about everything, Just like a regular old lady stuck in a care home i guess.
but that day she was very subdued and wanted to hold my hand, she didn't want me to leave her. But the Home told me to get her signed in and get back asap. I wished i had followed my heart instead. The lady died before she was even put on to A ward. Probably before i even got back to the Home. All alone on a hospital Gurney in a cubicle.
When my grandfather started to suffer with his health as he got older. He gave my dad the devils own time, I help him out getting him up in the morning before work and putting him to bed at night, until the council finally gave us help.
I would have helped out indefinitely if it meant not putting him in a home. I was 22 when my granddad died, He thought I was my grandmother, i called him Bert and managed to put aside the fact he was my granddad, so didn't give me any trouble.
I would do it for any member of my family or friends.