My cousin sister's husband suffers from stroke, he could not talk, move. But every member of their family delivered him care and love. It was evident they were tired doing everyday procedures but they didn't give up, they helped him to do exercises, there was a construction of sticks and ropes above his bed made by his son. Nobody had an idea of taking him somewhere else except home.
Today he talks some bad words , but he talks, smiles, walks. On such a background his daughter got married and now he has three grand-children from his son and daughter. He is happy in his own way.
Everybody in the family considered it was their duty as he was the kindness father for his children and the most careful husband for his wife. What I want to say is that relations must be mutual. Nobody is supposed to be a hero but everyone is supposed to be thankful.