About me


My name is Cecilia and this is my blog. Thank you for visiting!

I’m an alien in London…and have been one for the last 10 years.

I came into this world in a small town in Romania on a very hot July day (so my mother says). That could explain why I love summer days and I like to hide by a fireplace when it’s cold and rainny. From that aspect, coming to London was just the right thing to do, don’t you think so?

I am a part time Medical Doctor and a part time Health Coach, in the process of transitioning to full time Health Coach.

Why changing my career and becoming a Health Coach?

I lost my father when he was 48 years old to heart disease. And, if you ever lost someone you cared about, you understand what it means. However, “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”…so I studied and became a doctor. I wanted to help people. But life is funny in a way. I ended up working with people with heart disease, both in Anaesthesia and Intensive Care. And sometimes, despite of the severity of their problems, I together with a team of other doctors and nurses, manage to help and people get better and go home. Sometimes, on the other hand, despite our efforts, knowledge and modern technology, we fail. And this failure made me think…but, let me take you back for a second so you can understand.

It it 2005, our hospital still has an A&E…good times! I am part of the resuscitation team. We get called to assist with a patient who suffered a cardiac arrest in the community.

A group of doctors and nurses, all dressed in blue scrubs are surrounding a hospital trolley. On the trolley there is a man who’s heart has stopped. The A&E Doctor is doing chest compressions, the Medic is inserting another cannula, the Cardiologist is giving Adrenaline, one nurse is keeping time, another nurse is operating the defribillator. It’s noisy, it’s busy, everybody is shouting out what they are doing so we all know and work as a team. I am by the head of the patient. I am the “airway person”, giving him oxygen at specific intervals.

“I need the laryngoscope and an ET tube, please!” I ask my anaesthetic nurse who is by my side. “I need to intubate” Which means I need to put a tube down his throat so I can give oxygen more often (and for many other medical reasons). She helps me, tube is down and secure.

“Chest is rising. Airway secured” I announce out loud.

“Time to check for signs of life. Everybody stop!Check for a pulse!” says my anaesthetic colleague who, this time is the team leader.

“No” says the Cardiologist after feeling the femoral artery.

“Nothing here” I say, feeling the neck for a carotid pulse.

“Continue chest compressions! Let’s take some blood for testing! Give Adrenaline!” says the team leader.

The Cardiologist is doing chest compressions now. You can hear him counting: ” 1…2…3…4…5…”

Forty minutes later, still no signs of life, knowing that the ambulance crew did what we are doing now for an hour before coming to the hospital, we decide to stop.

“I think we should stop. Is everyone in agreement?” asks the team leader, after repeating out loud what we have done and making sure we have covered everything.

“No! You can’t stop! Please!” almost screams one of the ambulance crew members who is watching us. “He is young! He is only 48!He has a wife and a very young daughter waiting outside. You can’t stop!”

And for a second, the world becomes quiet…I look down at this man, his face in my hand, cold, no expression, no life… and I realise how young he is…how young my father was…

(It is funny how, no matter how young our parents are, we always see them old.)

I look at him and I know there is nothing we can possibly do. We have done everything. Another father, husband, son, friend…gone.

But that day, a little light bulb lit in my head. What if…? What if there is more to be done? So I started studying again, reading articles, books, research and so on…and a few years later a came to the conclusion that yes, there is more to be done, but not as a doctor! Don’t get me wrong, I love being a doctor and I love my job. However, I realised, that in my speciality we get to intervene when it is so late, the damage has been done long ago and so badly, that sometimes it is just too late.

I went and became a Health Coach so I can help people live a healthy and long life, so they can see their children graduating, getting married, having children. So they can enjoy every day. So they can run in the park with their grand-kids. So they don’t need me as a doctor!

I help people with lifestyle conditions like Type 2 Diabetes, high cholesterol, excess weight…conditions that left untreated lead to severe heart problems. Through coaching and habit change, anyone can change the trajectory of their life and health. And my mission is to help people to help themselves.

Sharing my mind with you,


“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” Dalai Lama

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