Stop Hair Loss - Propecia vs Rogaine

Which is better, Propecia or Rogaine? Both are the only FDA approved drugs for treating hair loss.

This question is not that easy to answer because there is no guarantee that they will work at all. Studies have shown that they work for many men (and women) but not for all. The biggest difference is that Rogaine does not seem to be a hair loss treatment. It is more a hair regrow solution. Studies have shown that Rogaine works better for regrowing hair than Propecia.

Propecia on the other hand seems to work better for stopping hair loss but success for rowing new hair has been limited. That is why I usually use both together for best effect. There is nothing that speak against applying both methods at the same time. However, I want to mention that Propecia is not for women.

Rogaine contains a different ingredient than Propecia. Rogaine contains Minoxidil. Propecia uses Finasteride. There is also a difference in the way you use it. Propecia is taken as a pill. Rogaine is directly applied to your scalp.

I would rather prefer taking a pill than having to rub into my scalp every evening but as I said before, both drugs work differently and have their place.

Another factor to consider is the costs. Propecia is not cheap, Rogaine neither. Both together and you have an expensive 'hobby'. The only alternative is using so called generic drugs that contain the same ingredients but are from other companies. Because they are not such well known brands, they are often much cheaper.

Propecia is a prescription drug but in today's world many prefer to order prescription drugs online because it provides them privacy as well. It is also very convenient to order it online and get it delivered at home, often with fee shipping worldwide.

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