I remember my dear Grandmother being shuffled around from daughter to daughter's house. She would say to me, "Don't let them put me in a home with a bunch of old Women."
I was only 18 at the time and, when she said it the umpteenth time, I responded, "Well, Grandma, what if they put you in a home with a bunch of old Men?" She said, "Well, now, That might be alright."
(She had been a widow for 25 years).
I think she broke her hip, which forced her into a Home. Once she recovered, she absolutely thrived! She had 13 children and waited on people all her married life. In the Home there were people she could wait on! She finally felt useful again!
I imagine Grandma is most likely an exception, but she really did well there.
Blessings, when I dread the seemingly inevitable, I play the "worst case scenario" game with myself. Guess it would have to be better than living under a bridge in a box, or in a 3rd world country, etc.
Hugs to you, honey.