Part 5: The Care Home
After exhausting every option to keep Grandma safe at home, the next step was finding a care home that could actually meet her needs. It wasn’t straightforward - far from it.. Many care homes wouldn’t take her because she was classed as high risk of falls, and not all accepted dementia patients, especially those with Lewy Body Dementia. Each rejection felt personal, even though I knew it wasn’t. It still left me wondering what happens to those who simply don’t fit the system. You can read more about this journey in Part 4: Finding a Care Home in Our Blog.
Eventually, we found the right care home, but it meant moving Grandma from the South to the North, closer to me in Yorkshire. I was already living there, and another family member had recently moved too, with more family planning to follow within the next 6 months. Leaving her behind just wasn’t an option. The advice had always been not to move someone with dementia from one home to another, to minimise confusion and distress, but we also knew that having family nearby mattered more than anything. We wanted her surrounded by familiar voices, not left isolated miles away.
The transfer was done by ambulance, and because of the distance we had to source and pay for this ourselves. The company we used were brilliant and well priced compared to some of the other companies we had looked at. Although sending her via ambulance was the safest choice, it was also one of the hardest moments knowing she had to leave her home behind as well as the area she’d lived in for decades, knowing the uncertainty of what now lay ahead.
Surprisingly, it started well. I visited Grandma the day after she transferred, giving her that first night to settle in. When I arrived, I was honestly shocked - in a good way. She was clean, washed, dressed, fed, and up and about walking. She hadn’t been like that at home or in hospital for a long time, and to see her like that again felt almost like getting a piece of her back. Within the first week, the care home manager even sent over some photos of her joining in activities, smiling, and to my complete surprise - she’d had her nails filed and painted. Considering Grandma never liked people touching her, that was impressive. Staff here genuinely seemed to care for their clients. I remember watching another patient biting one of the care staffs arm, he was so calm and patient telling her owe that hurts and gently dealing with the situation, never losing his temper - he was just so patient and calm. Personally I could never have been that patient especially if someone had bitten me like that and when I commented that his words were "it's my job, it happens, it's not her fault, she doesn't mean it". For a brief moment, it felt like maybe, just maybe, we’d made the right decision.
But the calm didn’t last...
So as you can see once the initial settling period passed, the challenges started creeping in slowly at first, then all at once. The reality was Grandma spent more time in hospital than actually in the care home.
It became clear that placing her in a care home wasn’t the end of the fight - it was just a new kind of battle. Being her advocate meant speaking up, documenting everything, and refusing to stay quiet when something didn’t feel right. It meant standing up for her safety, dignity, and medical needs, even when the system made that incredibly difficult.
Even within the walls of a “care” home, the journey was far from simple. Not only that the costs were staggering! Over £19,000 for just 12 weeks and 4 days at the care home, even though most of that time she was in and out of hospital. The home still charged the full amount to “keep her room available,” so she had somewhere to return to. On her last hospital visit we were unsure whether or not the care home could meet her needs and due to discrepancies with bruises as well as three hospitalisations in 3 months safeguarding and social services were still investigating and had not confirmed whether or not it was safe for her to return to the home. Regardless of this we were still charged for the entire period even though they might not have been able to take her back or it was deemed not appropriate for her to go back.