In response to Art Trujillo‘s “Work of Art — Ultima, Ultimately” (Nov. 21, 2012) column, I would like to share a story of my own.
About 10 years ago, while serving as a hospice chaplain in southwest Iowa, I stopped one day at a nursing home to meet a new patient of ours. I shall refer to her as Margaret, a lady in her late 70s of German and Czech heritage. She had recently been referred to hospice care with terminal cancer which, among other things, had metastasized to her brain and destroyed her eyesight.