Daughter of Clyde and Doris (Snyder) Warfield of Lyman WA. On March 27, 1945 Linda's father was killed in the WWII: Pacific Theater, when she was only 4 years old. Her mother remarried and raised Linda & her younger sister Carole in Craig Alaska with their half brother Greg. After her education Linda moved back to Washington state. In 1965 she married and the following year had her daughter Jackie, her only child. The family lived around King county for 14 years before their divorce. After spending a few years in Kent she moved to Sequim near family & friends. Gifted with many talents including drawing, writing, gardening and cooking to name a few. She enriched the lives of all that met her as a very caring helpful friend who loved animals. Linda spent many years enjoying time with her grandson Vinnie & granddaughter Rachel. On Christmas eve 1996 Linda was diagnosed with kidney cancer that had already spread to her lungs. She was very brave & put up a good fight for four months before she died at home surrounded by her family.
A few months before she died Linda wrote the following letter to her local newspaper who published it.
Not bad, for a hospital
If you must find yourself snowbound, I would like to recommend locating at Olympic Memorial Hospital. On the eve of our holiday blizzard, Christmas Eve, I was admitted to the emergency room. Instead of being treated and released with antibiotics as I expected to be, I began a week's stay which involved a kidney cancer, bad news and finally good. I was treated with not only excellent professional care but kindness, friendship, humor and compassion.
I was aware of the hardships Mother Nature in her ultimate tantrum was unleashing, only by amusing stories by my wonderful nurse Caroline, and others told of strange last-resort brands of milk at Safeway if you could get there. And the great Jeep Club, whose members made sure a skeleton crew could keep the hospital functioning.
Insulated in my carefully controlled cloud of morphine, when my second floor view of Ediz Hook became a beautiful swirling screen of backlit snow, I felt safe, secure and protected. Never once did I see anything but cooperation and teamwork by a staff working short-handed and overtime.
Linda Ableman, Sequim
A few months before she died Linda wrote the following letter to her local newspaper who published it.
Not bad, for a hospital
If you must find yourself snowbound, I would like to recommend locating at Olympic Memorial Hospital. On the eve of our holiday blizzard, Christmas Eve, I was admitted to the emergency room. Instead of being treated and released with antibiotics as I expected to be, I began a week's stay which involved a kidney cancer, bad news and finally good. I was treated with not only excellent professional care but kindness, friendship, humor and compassion.
I was aware of the hardships Mother Nature in her ultimate tantrum was unleashing, only by amusing stories by my wonderful nurse Caroline, and others told of strange last-resort brands of milk at Safeway if you could get there. And the great Jeep Club, whose members made sure a skeleton crew could keep the hospital functioning.
Insulated in my carefully controlled cloud of morphine, when my second floor view of Ediz Hook became a beautiful swirling screen of backlit snow, I felt safe, secure and protected. Never once did I see anything but cooperation and teamwork by a staff working short-handed and overtime.
Linda Ableman, Sequim
Daughter of Clyde and Doris (Snyder) Warfield of Lyman WA. On March 27, 1945 Linda's father was killed in the WWII: Pacific Theater, when she was only 4 years old. Her mother remarried and raised Linda & her younger sister Carole in Craig Alaska with their half brother Greg. After her education Linda moved back to Washington state. In 1965 she married and the following year had her daughter Jackie, her only child. The family lived around King county for 14 years before their divorce. After spending a few years in Kent she moved to Sequim near family & friends. Gifted with many talents including drawing, writing, gardening and cooking to name a few. She enriched the lives of all that met her as a very caring helpful friend who loved animals. Linda spent many years enjoying time with her grandson Vinnie & granddaughter Rachel. On Christmas eve 1996 Linda was diagnosed with kidney cancer that had already spread to her lungs. She was very brave & put up a good fight for four months before she died at home surrounded by her family.
A few months before she died Linda wrote the following letter to her local newspaper who published it.
Not bad, for a hospital
If you must find yourself snowbound, I would like to recommend locating at Olympic Memorial Hospital. On the eve of our holiday blizzard, Christmas Eve, I was admitted to the emergency room. Instead of being treated and released with antibiotics as I expected to be, I began a week's stay which involved a kidney cancer, bad news and finally good. I was treated with not only excellent professional care but kindness, friendship, humor and compassion.
I was aware of the hardships Mother Nature in her ultimate tantrum was unleashing, only by amusing stories by my wonderful nurse Caroline, and others told of strange last-resort brands of milk at Safeway if you could get there. And the great Jeep Club, whose members made sure a skeleton crew could keep the hospital functioning.
Insulated in my carefully controlled cloud of morphine, when my second floor view of Ediz Hook became a beautiful swirling screen of backlit snow, I felt safe, secure and protected. Never once did I see anything but cooperation and teamwork by a staff working short-handed and overtime.
Linda Ableman, Sequim
A few months before she died Linda wrote the following letter to her local newspaper who published it.
Not bad, for a hospital
If you must find yourself snowbound, I would like to recommend locating at Olympic Memorial Hospital. On the eve of our holiday blizzard, Christmas Eve, I was admitted to the emergency room. Instead of being treated and released with antibiotics as I expected to be, I began a week's stay which involved a kidney cancer, bad news and finally good. I was treated with not only excellent professional care but kindness, friendship, humor and compassion.
I was aware of the hardships Mother Nature in her ultimate tantrum was unleashing, only by amusing stories by my wonderful nurse Caroline, and others told of strange last-resort brands of milk at Safeway if you could get there. And the great Jeep Club, whose members made sure a skeleton crew could keep the hospital functioning.
Insulated in my carefully controlled cloud of morphine, when my second floor view of Ediz Hook became a beautiful swirling screen of backlit snow, I felt safe, secure and protected. Never once did I see anything but cooperation and teamwork by a staff working short-handed and overtime.
Linda Ableman, Sequim
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