My Hair Loss Story

I started losing my hair in my early 20’s.  I was fortunate that I didn’t lose it quickly.  I was able to hide my thinning temples even after a hair cut.  It bothered me but didn’t worry me at this point. Fast forward 10 years later and it had become an issue.  I was hearing more comments from people on my thinning locks.  Trust me, every comment, jab or joke hurt a little.  I knew this wasn’t the way I wanted to look so I looked into reversing my hair loss.

I wish the internet had all this hair loss information 12 years ago.  I would have started some variation of the big three: Propecia, Rogaine and Nizoral.  I didn’t go that route.  I started taking vitamins instead.  All that gave me was very bright urine.  I had to up my game so  I bought Nizoral.  Not exactly diving in the deep end.

I didn’t attack this problem quickly because I was embarrassed that this was an issue for me.  Plus, I went through the hair loss highs and lows.  I would say to myself on some days, it’s not that bad and I’m getting older so live with it.  On other days I would be freaking out.  Why have you done this to me God?

About 7 years ago, I was in a department store trying on coats.  I stepped in front of a mirror with two mirrors angled on the side.  If I turn a certain way, I could see the back of my head.  That’s when I noticed a small but in-your-face bald spot.  I just stared at it.  What else could I do?  I knew the front was thinning and people had told me I was thinning on top but I never went looking for my bald spot.  I just happened upon it that day.

I freaked out.  I got on the internet later that night and ordered Fincar (generic fin).  This thing worked.  It took about 8 months but hair was definitely covering that bald spot.  Unfortunately, some law passed in Canada and I couldn’t get it delivered to me.  I found a way around this last year but after that initial supply ran out, I was off Fincar for 6 years.  I’m back on it and will probably add Rogaine to my rotation some time this year.

It got to the point that as soon as I was in front of a mirror, I would be staring at my hair line. I was always making sure I wasn’t showing a lot of recession by hand brushing my hair forward.  Very pathetic.  My son asked me last year, “why do you wear hats all the time?”  I told him it’s because of the sun.  Don’t get me started on rainy, windy or rainy windy days.

I knew last year I had to do something drastic even if it meant a hair transplant. When I thought of a hair transplant, I thought of plugs or doll hair.  An older gentleman I once worked with had a hair transplant from what must have been the 80’s and he certainly had that pluggy look.  Thankfully, the internet brings all communities closer together.  There were just so many detailed and honest blogs out there that I was quickly intrigued and put at ease that this might be a viable solution.

It took me about a month to choose Dr. Rahal as my doctor but it took even longer to commit to the transplant.  I was back and forth on it.  First of all, forking over all that money on something where the outcome is yet to me determined can lead to some anxiety.  I didn’t want anyone to know so how was I going to hide it from family, friends and work?  I would of course have to lie.

Eventually, I bit the bullet, got my consultation, booked my surgery, paid the fee and got it done.  I’m sitting here typing this entry 6 days post op and not once have I doubted my decision to have this procedure.  I couldn’t go back to my previous hair line and anything was better than before.

 

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