Bosely

Here we go again. How many times am I going to have to enter a hair restoration center and expose my baldness before I find a solution?

Again, I tried to be as normal and friendly as possible considering the circumstances. I wasn't feeling to good about Bosely since I had a confirmation phone call from them that went something like this.

A female voice on the other end, "I'm calling to confirm an appointment for a . . .oh that's you . . .How old did you say you are? . . . 33? . . .And you are looking for hair replacement surgery? . . .And how is your hair loss?" I could practically hear the sarcasm in her voice. That's where I about lost it. Are you the Dr? Why do you care how my hair loss is?

"It's just my hairline." I threw out.

"Oh, okay, well we'll see you Friday."

Whatever.

The sales rep this time was very nice. A young looking guy whose hairline looked like it's been transplanted. You tend to notice every one's hairline when yours is receding. Just like at the first hair place I went to we talked and then he said the same dreaded phrase, "Lets take a look." As I pulled back my hair off my face a small gasp escaped his mouth. "Oh, wow. That almost looks like a scar or something. I mean look at that it's just like baby skin. Was there any stress to the area ever?" Maybe. I explained that I used to wear my hair back very tight but stopped that once another woman at the gym commented on my HUGE FOREHEAD.

"Well, other than that you've got great hair all over. I think you are a candidate for hair replacement but let me get the Dr."

A candidate? Since when was this a job interview? Can you fix it or can't you? He left me with a cost sheet. It's based on how many grafts they do. He thought it would be around 1600. On the sheet that was $10,000!!!!!!! I guess someone has to pay for all those commercials.

To make a long story short, turns out I am NOT a candidate for hair transplants at least not at Bosely. Dr. said I have too thick of hair and I would not be happy with the result. Does that even make any sense? Apparently the transplanted area would not be as thick as the area right behind it and it wouldn't blend well. Although I think I would be happy with anything right now. The only option the doctor would offer was to just continue wearing my hair the way I do now with bangs and all in my face.

After the Dr. left the room the nice sales rep told me he would get a second opinion and gave me the name of another Dr. here that does hair transplants. So after all that I made another appointment at another clinic for September 3.

Tired of Doing Nothing

I was tired of not really doing anything about my hairloss. I was just kind of waiting for it to come back. But that's not happening. So I finally made the call to a hair restoration place. They use the cool, as in cold, lasers and topical treatments to treat hair loss. I won't lie. It was emabarrassing to even go. But I hate my receding hairline so much that I made myself do it. Even making the appointment was awkward.

"Evolution Hair Centers. How can I help you?"

"I would like to schedule a consultation."

"Is this for you or somebody else?"

YES! Of course it's for me. Umm . . .no it's for a friend?!? Does a female voice on the other end of the phone really throw people off that much. I mean all the "experts" claim that 50% of all women will experience hairloss at sometime in their life. Obviously, either the experts are wrong or us women are too emabarrassed to do anything to treat our hairloss. Isn't even talking about it taboo? That's one reason why I started this blog because through the anominity of the internet I can get my story out there and hopefully come up with a solution that will work.

As I walk into the hair office I'm praying that there is no one there that I know. There was ultimate surprise on the woman's face when I walk in and tell her I have an appointment. Trying to act as normal as possible I take a seat in the waiting room and proceed to bury my head in a book.

Another patient walks in and I don't even look up. Please don't let me know him. I glance over after he sits down and good it's no one I've ever seen before. Finally the sales rep calls me for my consultation. I say "sales rep" because that is what they are I found out later. He asks me all the questions then says, "Let's take a look."

Great, I have to pull back my bangs and expose my BALD forehead to him. I might as well be there for a breast augmentation consult because it was that emabarrassing. Not that I would know but I imagine it would be about the same level of degradation. He looks with his little scalp analysis tool.

"Sorry, nothing we can do for you. That's genetic and your follices are dead. Laser will not make hair grow out of nothing."

While I appreciated his honesty I was devastated. Genetic? You mean it could get worse?

"There are other options though. Have you heard of Bosely?"

Bosely, . . . of course I've heard of Bosely. Every other advertisement on TV is an advertisement for Bosely. He gave me their number and sent me on my way.

Feeling completely depressed about my consultation and learning that it was genetic I called Bosely and made an appointment for Friday.