Dr Jeffrey M. Waesche

I’ve had an excellent experience with We Grow Hair. From the beginning, the staff has been incredibly professional, friendly, and welcoming. Everyone takes the time to answer my questions and make sure I understand the treatment process. The appointments are well organized, and I always feel comfortable and taken care of. I really appreciate the level of care and attention they provide. Highly recommend We Grow Hair to anyone looking for a professional and supportive hair treatment experience.

Great treatment and excellent staff customer service, awesome doctor like a god father, he gives real suggestions.

These guys were great. The process was very smooth and easy. I had the consultation via zoom since I'm out of town. Michael did a great job explaining the process, and made sure the transplant was right for me. Im about a month and a half now after my procedure now and the hairs are beginning to grow. Highly recommend the lazer therapy hat. So far I am very pleased.

I cannot say enough wonderful things about my experience\! From the very beginning, I was incredibly impressed by the knowledge, honesty, and genuine passion behind what they do\. I truly could have listened for hours\! What stood out to me most was the level of integrity and care\. After determining that a transplant was not the right option, the focus immediately shifted to education—taking the time to explain why, what could be done instead, and the steps needed to achieve the best possible outcome\. There was no pressure and no attempt to sell a procedure that wasn’t appropriate\. That speaks volumes to me\. When someone is willing to put a person’s best interests ahead of making a sale, you know you’ve found someone you can trust\. I walked away feeling genuinely grateful for the time, honesty, and guidance we received\. It’s rare to find this combination of expertise, passion, and integrity\. Highly recommend\!

Dear We Grow Hair, I need to address something because I am becoming increasingly concerned about the psychological warfare you are conducting against me. I AM NOT BALD. I repeat: I HAVE HAIR. I wake up every morning and there is HAIR ON MY HEAD. I did not order hair. I did not request hair. Yet somehow, against all odds, the factory continues producing it. I am simply a man trying to live his life. I live minimally but comfortably. I am old but young. Fat but healthy. I run long distances, despite being built like a refrigerator with unresolved childhood trauma. I bike. I swim. I participate in multiple endurance sports despite apparently having a personal vendetta against comfort. I am aging. I am happy. I am NOT BALD. And yet your marketing department has apparently gathered in a dark room somewhere and unanimously decided: “THIS MAN IS BALD.” NO. HE IS NOT. I DID NOT SUBSCRIBE TO WE GROW HAIR. WE GROW HAIR SUBSCRIBED TO ME. Every time I open Instagram, THERE YOU ARE. I scroll. YOU. I close the app. I reopen it. YOU. I look at a picture of a sandwich. YOU. I am beginning to suspect you have installed a tiny Turkish hair transplant salesman inside my phone. And whoever is running your advertising needs to be investigated by the FBI because you are targeting the WRONG MAN. Also, I have been to Turkey enough times that I have developed opinions. And respectfully, I do not think you guys can compete. For $10,000 I could go to Turkey, get my hair situation handled, eat an obscene amount of food, stare at beautiful scenery, encounter beautiful people, have seventeen cups of Turkish tea, and probably come home with a suspiciously cheap leather jacket. Your $10,000 says: “Here is your hair.” Turkey says: “Here is your hair, dinner, dessert, tea, transportation, and somehow a man named Mehmet who now considers you family.” AND THEN THERE IS THE DOCTOR IN YOUR ADS. MY BROTHER IN CHRIST(or what ever you are into my guy): TAKE OFF THE BLUE SCRUB CAP. I BEG YOU. You cannot stand there every 11 minutes telling me about hair restoration while hiding your own head like it is classified government information. SHOW US THE GOODS. LET THE FOLLICLES SPEAK. If you are going to preach the Gospel of Hair, you need to show us the Gospel according to YOUR SCALP. At this point I am one advertisement away from throwing my iPhone directly into the Cumberland River. I am not joking. My phone will be at the bottom of the river, surrounded by catfish, and somehow I already know the first thing I will see when I buy a new one: “THINNING HAIR? “ NO. I HAVE HAIR. My family has hair. My ancestors had hair. My father has hair. My mother has hair. My hair has tenure. This hair has survived things. It has survived stress. It has survived bad decisions. It has survived COVID. It has survived me becoming a distance runner, cyclist AND swimmer for reasons even my therapist cannot explain. And now YOU want to convince me it is leaving? Absolutely not. WE GROW HAIR, please release me from your digital hostage situation. I am not your customer. I am not your demographic. I am not balding. I am simply a man with a perfectly functional head of hair being aggressively bullied by a hair transplant company. Please stop showing up. I am begging you. Before I become the first person in America to drown an iPhone because a hair clinic hurt his feelings.