Patrick M asked:
I am thinking about getting a hair restoration surgery. Does anyone know how long it take for them to work; as well as how long the actual procedure takes.
Lady in Pink asked:
As I begin my story, I have currently in the middle of a hot flash. Pulling up my hair and madly fanning my neck. I have learned that applying coolness to the neck is the fasted way to cool down. RELIEF!!! Now I can begin my story…
My name is Amy and I am 33 years old. On October 14, 2008, my life changed before my eyes: I was told I was in early menopause. It all started a couple of weeks early. I was having hot flashes and dizzy spells- as well as some other “girlie” issues that you can probably guess. I was used to the hot flashes 2 years ago when I was on clomid. But they had stopped once I stopped the medication. So when they reappeared, I was a bit miffed. So I made an appointment for my annual “girlie” exam. When I told my doctor about my recent symptoms- he raised an eyebrow (literally- it was kind of freaky!). He said he wanted to run a blood test, not to worry it was only a slim chance. “Slim chance for what?” I asked. “Premature Ovarian Failure”. Well sir. I’d never heard of such a thing. He said my results maybe in Friday, but possibly Monday.
So, I race home to my beloved Internet and do a search. My mouth dropped. The symptoms of this condition mirrored what I was going through. But my doctor said “SLIM CHANCE!- It might just be high blood pressure”. On my hands and knees I begin to pray like crazy for high blood pressure. WHO prays for high blood pressure? A girl who is NOT ready for “the change!”
Friday came and went without a call. That means a whole weekend of wild wonder. Monday finally roles around and again no phone call. Okay- now I’m getting miffed again. WHY is this taking so long? Tuesday morning- I make the call. The doctor is in surgery and will call me this afternoon. Less than 2 minutes later- he is calling. Do doctors call from surgery if another patient is anxious enough?!?! Apparently not. He had just walked in and call me first thing.
“The news isn’t good. Your FHS is at 66.9. Your ovaries have completely shut down. You are in menopause.” Silence… If I was in the right state of mind- I might have heard the crickets chirping. Without realizing what I was saying, I said “So my chances of having a kid?”. My doctors was very sincere in saying that the window just closed. He mentions something about hormones and my pharmacy. A hot flash is coming on… We hang up. I sit at my desk for a moment then send out an email to my team about the conversation that just took place. My boss emailed if I was okay- I relied simply, with only one word: “NO”. One of my coworkers was there in an instant and just held me as I whaled. Then my boss sent me home….
Telling my hubby. He knew something was up when the door opened. I walked in and fell into his arms. I apologized for not being able to give him kids. He apologized for not giving me kids sooner. We both said the other didn’t need to apologize. We then look at the dog (Maple) and say “Well, you’re the kid!”
I talked to my Dad for a while, as my Mom was out. I talked to Mom later and then took Maple to the dog park. I will never forget that afternoon as long as I live. It was a gorgeous afternoon and Maple was as happy as… well as happy as a dog free to run around with other dogs! I sat in a chair and took it all in. It was very surreal- almost poetic. Words cannot really describe my calmness that afternoon. I was to learned later that ALOT of people where praying for me during those moments… (Thanks to all!)
When I got home, my hubby was just getting home as well. We talked for a little bit, then Mom called. She and Dad wanted to take us out to dinner. We dined at the Cracker Barrel then had dessert at DQ. It was really nice. My parents couldn’t have children. Both my brother and I were adopted. They knew our agony… they knew our pain.
The hormones. Before dinner we ran by the pharmacy and got my HRT (hormone replacement therapy). It looks alot like bc pills in the little circular container. So I dialed up my day and dispensed my first pill. Last night I took my second pill. No marked changes in the first 36 hours.
These past few days have been heart wrenching. A friend emailed me and told me how “brave” I was to share my story so openly. I didn’t think of myself as brave. I felt rather like a beat up wimp. I’m normally very optimistic and happy- so a marked change in me is very noticeable. I told me story as it was unfolding so that people would know and I wouldn’t have to tell it 50 million times. So, here is my story in it’s entirety.
Any advice for me?
happy asked:
I am wondering how important it would be to have a web page for a salon which is also a hair restoration place. we get calls from the area, but do you think it would do that much to have a website for people to go and look at. would you feel more comfortable making an apointment if you could look online about it first?
also if you work/own at a salon or restoration place- did you notice an increase of new clients?
Knowing asked:
genetic hairloss runs in my father’s side of the family (father/uncle) so I decided to seek a hair restoration surgeon to check the health of my hair. Aside from a small recession in the front, I still have a full head of hair, however, this doctor used some microscope to check my scalp and it showed some of the hairs were miniaturizing. He prescribed some drug called finasturide 5mg and said it was probably genetic loss since I told him it ran in my dad’s family. I look in the mirror and I still have a full head of hair, so I don’t think I buy into what this doctor says. My dermatologist says as we age, we all miniaturize, it is just part of getting older and if I don’t show any visible signs I should be ok. I don’t think I’m going to take this medication for life per that hair surgeon’s advice just because I have a full of head of hair right now. What do you think?