We (my sister and myself) thought the same thing, the point they were trying to make was that dad was no longer safe alone in his home, that we were causing anxiety for him and ourselves because we didn’t want to accept that. The words “Nursing Home” strikes fear into any fiercely independent person, my dad had to put his parents into one and he never forgave himself despite his mum wandering and getting lost miles from her home. We were driving back to the hospital with dad and my aunt after a day of him enjoying being home but also being assessed (very respectfully I will add) on various day-to-day tasks and all wondering how we were going to tell him living independently was not an option when he piped up in typical fashion and said “well, we’ll start looking at nursing homes then, can’t have you interrupting your lives to look after me. Just don’t put me in where Mum was.” Miss him terribly, he never made it to that nursing home, the day we took him to his home was the last day he left hospital upright. He really enjoyed that day watching the yachts on the Derwent. Fuck cancer.