Why I transitioned from a HARD to a SOFT TOP

"Doctors won’t make you healthy. Nutritionists won’t make you slim. Teachers won’t make you smart. Gurus won’t make you calm. Mentors won’t make you rich. Trainers won’t make you fit. Ultimately, you have to take responsibility. Save yourself." Naval Ravikant


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As you can see from my high school senior photo, I had no shortage of hair. Moving into my mid-thirties my hair did what genetics hardwired it to do. By mid-forties, I'd made peace with the aging process and embraced my bald skull. The problem came from my love of the great outdoors - hiking, surfing, rollerblading, running, biking, basketball, swimming, flying, you name it. Driving a convertible also has not helped.


During my late forties, I developed a very common condition called Actinic Keratosis that is caused by ultraviolet (UV) damage to the skin. Actinic Keratosis has the potential, if untreated, to turn into squamous cell skin cancer. Because of this, the rough, scaly patches are often called precancer. Treatment involves cryotherapy, chemotherapy, or laser therapy. After trying cryotherapy that saw me nursing a subsequent headache the likes of which I'd never experienced, my preferred method of removal became laser therapy. In such a sensitive area, the treatment over the years demanded increasingly wider width and depth margins, and ushered in excruciating pain. 


For years I fought even the suggestion of looking into various hair procedures until, for health reasons, I had to take drastic steps to protect my head. Of course I worried how I'd look; how the new me would be received. Would a transplant be a good choice or like the botched ones reminiscent of spider legs? Turns out COVID-19 quarantine proved the perfect time to take control of my health. Boy am I glad I did. 


No regrets.