Can Science Relieve a Bad Hair Day?
When they were passing the hair out, I must have been cutting class. I often cut school because my mom worked outside the home. Build it, and they will come. Go to work, and we will come–or go to Susie’s, because her mom worked too.
Generally speaking, I would either go off on some forbidden itinerary, or have a few dozen souls over to keep me company. I remember a pajama party in 1965 where the boys, laying low until my mom went to work, returned as soon as she drove off. Oh yes, the good ol’ summertime.
Sometimes we young ladies cooked or pulled out the Betty Crocker cake mix. Other times, we raided the liquor supply, but only to make something sickenly sweet. Grasshoppers and Sloe Gin fizzes come to mind.
Years and a few college degrees later, I find that I remain hair-obsessed. Sitting in a large lecture hall in college, I was often mesmerized on the shaft of blessings crowning another woman’s head.
Imagine my surprise when the woman with the endless locks turned around to chat with her neighbor. IMy envy melted because she had a face that only a mother could love. Should I trade? There is afterall, always plastic surgery. You can buy plastic surgery, but I lamented, outside of a wig, you can’t buy good hair genes,
Few things will improve on your diminishing head of hair. Outside of a few life events, like pregnancy, once your genetic code dictates that you will be hair-challenged, you will remain so. It’s like marriage; Till death do us part.
The difficult part comes after menopause. Like everything else in the body, the hair goes south in an instant. So does your slim body, your ability to stay out until 3 am and then go to work, etc etc.
Now, there may be help on the way.
No doubt you have heard of platelet rich plasma. That’s the clear yellow fluid spun away from your packed red cells with the help of a centrifuge. This miracle serum has built-in growth factor. And, stem cells.
Stem cells, I say the more the merrier. Especially the naive stem cell, which science hopes to modify to cure just about every disease known to man, and woman. At its highest purpose, stem cells could end the epidemic of breast cancer.
There may be other practical uses.
What if, someone could inject this liquid gold into your scalp? Would that tell your failing strands to be fruitful and multiply? I sure hope so. Genes be damned, I would kidnap, without ransom every one of YOUR stem cells for a good head of hair.
Rogaine may help a bit, but it is hardly a panacea for the truly hair challenged. PRP injections to the scalp wake up latent hair follicles. I need to wake mine up with an army of buglers. Perhaps a fife and drum corp.
So, I am going to call tomorrow for an appointment with a doctor doing PRP injections. My new best friend, Denise, who is operating my RD device, said most people need three injections–except for me, who needs five.
I promise to pay for ten PRP injections if it ends up being a miracle for my scalp. Or, the alarm clock for my hair follicles. Grow baby, grow.