I Flew to Turkey for a Hair Transplant

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In January, I sat in a bright room in Istanbul while a doctor peered down at my rapidly receding hairline and asked, “You want to bring it down?”
I didn’t fly 13 hours from L.A. to bring it up, that’s for sure. But was that all? I was hoping they’d tackle my whole head. “And fill in the gaps here?” I suggested, parting a tuft mid-scalp.

He dismissed this, saying, “There are meds for that.”

My face flushed. I’d been taking finasteride and minoxidil...