I feel your pain.
April 2000 -- moved Mom out of our family home and into a one-floor home in retirement community (no assisted living) to avoid stairs and another hip fracture. Sold our childhood memories in the move from the big house to the new one. Very traumatic for us all.
Fall 2005 -- her dementia got so bad that she needed in-home care between when she got up and went to bed.
Fall 2007 -- she fell and broke her hip; after surgery we moved her into a rehab facility; moved her to assisted living afterwards; she didn't like it. But brother and I can't quit our jobs and sister lives in Dallas.
Spring 2009 -- she almost died from a blood clot in her heart; we were told she would die within days; moved her to hospice; docs took her off meds.
Late Spring 2009 -- she got too well to be in hospice and was put back on meds; we moved her into a nursing home which she had made us promise never to do to her.
Winter 2009-2010 -- she started complaining about being in a nursing home.
Spring 2010 -- she got too well to be in a nursing home. We moved her into a really nice assisted living facility near her home.
Late Summer 2010 -- we plan to have someone stay with her on the weekends at her actual home so she can see her old friends. Unfortunately she can't move back home full-time because to have 24/7 care in a private residence costs $130,000 a year around here.
It breaks our hearts that we have not been able to respect her wishes, but we had no idea how much it would cost to take care of an Alzheimer's victim for so many years in the manner that she'd prefer.
Hang in there! Trust me, my sister and I have had many glasses of La Crema while sleeping on the floor or in two chairs put together next to Mom in hospitals and hospice and rehab and assisted living and nursing homes and trying to decide what is best for her. Brother was there, too, but he doesn't drink Chardonnay.;-)