I tell people that when finasteride came out, we were all deliriously happen. Now we had something that we didn't have to rub on but we also had min to help too and 20 years before that, zero treatments. You went bald in silence or under a baseball hair or piece. None of us complained: "you mean I have to use this for life?" No, we were thrilled. No one told us that there might be sides except don't let the wife touch it if in procreative mode, and many of us never had sides.
When I was 20 and noticed my crown, I holed myself up in the dusty university stacks and went through microfiche and found out that essentially nothing worked but estradiol and that shocked me too. I tried to get a scrip but my dermatologist mussed up my remaining hair and told me no. I kept that filed away for 28 years in the back of my mind and pretty much the day that the wife said no more of these children everywhere, I started testing otc menopausal creams from Amazon. Calling it a journey is sort of trite but I find it all to be intellectually thrilling and also like a puzzle without one single solution, which to me is much more interesting than puzzles that can be definitely solved.
Janey
