I think more funding needs to be put into care homes.
My dad's dad had a stroke and died 3 days later in hospital. The hospital didn't tell my Granny that on the third day (just before she visited him with my cousin) he had had another stroke. He died before she got home from that visit. Not great care.
My mum's dad had Alzheimers. When he got to the stage where he needed 24/7 care, mt Gran made the horrible decision to put him into a home. When he was in the home, they changed his medication. This made him hallucinate things like a hairdresser, instead of cutting a resident's hair, sticking pins into her head. He tried to stop the hairdresser, and was kicked out of the home for being violent.
Luckily we managed (through a carer at the original home) to find him a place in an NHS home, where he lived comfortably until he died.
The staff there were fantastic, communication was great (he was in the Lake District, while we're in London) and, while he wasn't the man I used to know, he was very well looked after.
During this ^ my Gran (mum's mum) developed brain cancer. She came down to live with us, and was with us for only about 6-7 months before she died.
I'm so glad she was able to live with us, it meant she wasn't being (in her words) patronised and "jollied along", and, most importantly for her, her cat came to live with us too.
Most recently my dad's mum, who was living in a warden-assisted flat, developed dementia. Even before the dementia set it she had said that she had no intention of living with any of us (stubborn old bird

) so my dad and his brothers organised a residential home for her to live in, down in Eastbourne where she'd lived for the last 50 or so years.
It was OK. Partly her lack of interest in anything, partly the staff's lack of time? effort? interest? meant that she was dressed every morning, put in her chair, given breakfast, and left until lunch. Then lunch came, she was taken to the loo (or changed if she'd had an accident) and she was left again, until dinner. Then she was changed for bed, in bed by about 7. Rinse, repeat.
Her false teeth and her hearing aid were lost with monotonous regularity. Considering she never left her room, we're not sure how.
She died this February, after 9 months in the home.
My folks are 70, and not physically able to have looked after her 24/7, so the care home was the only other option.
They're just about to move, downsizing their home, and putting some of the money from the sale aside for "the future". They mean, for a care home/care homes.
I love my folks dearly, and my brother and I have joked with them for years about pushing them down the stairs, putting them down, sending them to Switzerland, etc., etc.
I honestly don't know what will happen when the time comes when one or both of them are unable to live in their own home. I don't know if they would
want to live with me or my brother, but if they did (despite my dad driving us both mental) I know that we would open our homes to them.
If they ended up with Alzheimer's or dementia, it would be awhole different ball game - I've lost two grandparents to these awful, awful diseases and am not sure if I/we could cope with the 24/7 care, even if we could afford to give up work to do it.
Bit of a ramble, apologies, and not sure if there was even much of a point to it...just my experience. Kudos if you read the whole thing!
Hels
