THE NATURAL PATH

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Dana Point, CA  (949) 493-7284    

    Dr. Angela Goldstein, N.D. - Naturopathic Doctor            

    Steve Cogan,  M.P.H., ACG - ADD & Adversity Coach 

34188 Pacific Coast Hwy, Suite C
Dana Point, CA 92629

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Dr. Goldstein's Path to Medicine

I was born and raised in the suburbs of Moscow, Russia. Since an early age, I was fascinated with medicine and healing.  I was inspired by my maternal grandmother, who was a nurse and had an unbelievable passion for helping people.  She was a nurse in a hospital during WWII, then a nurse in tubercular hospital.  She also did home visits, and would brave the weather and dangerous neighborhoods to go visit her patients.
My family and I lived in a 5 story apartment building that was adjacent to a forest. I was always fascinated by all the plants I saw in the forest.  When I was about 4 or 5 years old and already determined to become a doctor, an elderly neighbor asked me to help collect the herbs for the healing teas.  She couldn’t see very well and she needed me to be her eyes.  It was perfect; I helped her collect the herbs and she explained to me what they were used for, how to dry them, and how to make tea.  After a while, I knew enough to venture on my own and would gather enough herbs to last our family through the winter. We used those teas when someone came down with a cold or sore throat. As a kid I continued to develop my love for healing by reading about doctors of the past and by practicing my skills on homeless cats and dogs, who were abundant in Russia.  My mom always gave me the food to feed the animals and would even from time to time allow me to keep them in the house until a permanent home was found.  These animals were often injured either by local boys or the animal control service; I would treat their wounds with whatever I had at my disposal.

As I was finishing 8th grade, I learned that in order for me to apply to medical school in Russia, I needed to become a nurse first.  Without, hesitation, I quit school and applied to nursing school in Moscow.  Three years later, at age 18, I graduated nursing school and started working in a cardio-surgical ICU.  I loved my job.  And at the time was marveling and admiring all the advances of modern medicine I got to observe and utilize in the ICU.  The forest and the herbs seemed so childish compared to the grand shiny advanced drugs and surgeries.  A few months after I started working in the ICU, my dad developed a sinus infection. Despite the usual measures, it was not going away.  He asked me to get him an appointment with a specialist, which I did.  Specialist after specialist contended that he needed to be on antibiotics, and one after another was prescribed.  My dad was not getting better.  In fact, he was getting worse. He lost weight, he had muscle weakness in his legs and no one knew what was going on.  Ten months later he died from respiratory failure.  About 4 months after that we immigrated to the United States.  We arrived in the U.S. with my 80 y/o grandmother, the nurse.  She had had some heart problems that had been managed pretty well for the last few years in Russia, but in our excitement about the great and powerful American health care system, we convinced her to see a doctor here.  We thought for sure, a great American doctor is going to make her all better.  Instead, my grandmother died less than 2 months after our arrival in the U.S. Her new medications had been grossly mismanaged by this new doctor; unfortunately, her heart couldn’t take it.

I still wanted to be a doctor, but the practice of modern American medicine no longer appealed to me.  I did not want to be a part of a system that tried to cover up symptoms with one drug after another.  I knew that there was a different way.
As I was completing my Bachelor’s degree at UConn, I frantically searched for a medical school with an herbal department, but to no avail.  And then one day, I was looking through UConn’s newspaper, and there in a corner was a small ad for National College of Naturopathic Medicine.  I knew nothing about it, but I sent away for more information.  When I got the packet from the college, I knew my prayers had been answered.  What the brochure described was exactly what I as looking for.  It involved healing and helping people by looking at the cause of the problem, treating them as a whole and individually and using natural substances to bring about a balance in the body.  I was ecstatic.
As the brochure suggested, I visited several naturopathic doctors in Connecticut, and they confirmed everything that the brochure said.  I was sold.  In the summer of 1996, my mom, my daughter and I packed our belongings and moved to Portland, OR so that I could attend NCNM, the oldest naturopathic school in the US.

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34188 Pacific Coast Hwy, Suite C
Dana Point, CA 92629

ph: (949) 493-7284
fax: (949) 493-7284
alt: (949) 395-1569 for Steve

DrAngieGold@aol.com