If you're in Scotland, he's entitled to a care assessment from social work.
I have a suspicion that the fact that you have your own house means that you won't be considered for a council house while you're both residents there - they might suggest a grant for adaptations or - if your husband is deemed to be disabled enough - they might suggest a stair lift.
I sound as though I'm being horrible, OP, but I'm trying to give you facts.
I know of so many people who have houses unsuited to a disability, but have been told to put a bed and a commode in the living room.
It's happened to someone I know who has severe osteoporosis.
Homecare also wanted to do that with my mum but I managed to get suitable accommodation added in my house for her. Later, we used it for my husband.
When DH was in the stroke ward, one man with no hope of recovery was discharged home. He couldn't walk and his mind was gone.
His wife was promised that they'd be given a lift, so she took him home. No lift.
She looked into paying for one himself, but he died before she could have it installed.
The chap in the bed opposite to my husband already had a disability - thalidomide malformation in his 'good hand' - so found it harder to support himself once he learned to walk again. He was promised a stairlift.
Of course, we all knew about the other couple being let down...The hospital told the couple to accept the discharge and then they'd organise the stairlift. He could live downstairs in the meantime...
The wife refused. Her husband wasn't happy, but her playing hardball paid off and they got the stairlift first.
After my husband's final hospital stay, the hospital was ready to send him home with no additional help for moving and handling. (He'd had an acute kidney injury and deteriorated in hospital.)
I took my lesson from above - and I still feel guilty about it - and told them that we lived in my house and I wouldn't have him home until they sorted out the promised bed raiser for us. (The result was that an OT quizzed DH about the state of our marriage...but I got the bed raiser.)
What I'm trying to warn you is that social work and your council's Homecare Manager will be very happy for you to finish up in a situation with your husband in bed in the middle of the living room and a commode.
If you don't want to spend your life slopping out, you need to make a move now.