A Case of the Flakes

March 22, 2006 at 8:14 pm 11 comments

I saw the tiny white crumb-like stuff on the back of the navy blue sweater as he got up after shutting down the computer. White flakes on a dark shirt used to be a common sight a few years ago, before my husband treated his dandruff. But this guy, who was five feet and two inches tall, was not my husband. This was my fourteen-year old son.

“What is that on your sweater, Reggie!” I blurted out as I flicked with my fingers the white flakes under his neck. I parted his thick black hair in different areas to confirm my suspicion. I saw patches of crusty scales. “Did that hurt?” I asked him when I scratched off some of it and more flakes fell on his sweater.

“No,” he simply replied.

“You have some kind of rash on your scalp.” I avoided using the word “dandruff.” Children don’t get dandruff. Only adults do, I thought.

That night, I applied cortisone cream, which we always kept handy, on the scaly patches on his scalp. Reggie always had a quite sensitive skin – from cradle cap when he was still a baby, to rashes behind ears, elbows and the back of the knees. And now, he had flakes on his scalp.

Every night, for about a week, I diligently applied cream to the scaly patches. He sat on the floor above me while I sat on the side of the bed. It was the most convenient position to apply cream on his scalp, as he has grown taller than me. I meticulously combed my fingers through his straight, coarse hair, held the parted hair with my left hand, while I squeezed with my right hand the tube of cream and dab a small amount on every crust, making sure that I didn’t miss a single spot. The task may have been painstaking, but deep inside me, I felt a sense of comfort. I haven’t been this close to my first-born for a long time.

Over the last few years, I had been very busy attending to his two younger and more demanding brothers that I didn’t realize until then how much I missed holding him. Oh! How much I held him when he was still a baby! And he was my baby for four and a half years. Then his brother Ryan was born. “You’re a big boy now, Reggie,” I coaxed him to do some things on his own. Another four years passed and his brother Ryland came. “You’re old enough to take a bath by yourself.” I taught him to be more independent.

Reggie used to be so bubbly, talkative, and inquisitive, like my 6-year old son, Ryland. As he grew older, he has become quieter and reserved. He used to talk about the things that happened in school. Now, when I ask him anything, he just answers “Yes” or “No.” The first and only time he uttered the words “I don’t want to talk about it,” I choked back my emotions.

With little improvement on his scalp after a week, we went to see Dr. Deonarine, our pediatrician.

“Is it dandruff?” I eagerly asked her after a brief physical exam.

“It’s seborrhea,” she said looking at me.

“How did he get it?” I anxiously asked her.

“Did he recently change the shampoo that he is using?” She threw a question back at me.

I shook my head.

“It could just be his changing body. He’s a teen-ager now. His skin gets oily and that causes seborrhea,” she explained.

She then turned to Reggie and asked him, “Do you use products on your hair?”

I saw the puzzled look on his face.

“Mousse? Hair gel?” she continued.

His face lit up and replied embarrassedly, “Oh, yeah.”

She told me to buy Nizoral shampoo and instructed Reggie how to wash his hair properly. He was to use Nizoral twice a week for a month and after that at least once a week to prevent reoccurrence. He was to lather the shampoo and dig his fingers deep down his thick hair to wash away the hair products from his scalp. She also prescribed Elocom lotion, which I could apply to Reggie’s scalp at night, as long as needed, instead of the messy cream.

The next day, I went to the store, headed to a frequented aisle, and grabbed the familiar white and blue box with the small pink circle in the centre. I perused the label as if I was reading it for the first time: “Nizoral 2% Ketoconazole Anti-Dandruff Shampoo. Kills the Fungus That Can Cause Dandruff and Seborrhea.” Holding the box of shampoo in that aisle snapped me out of my state of denial. My son was no longer a child, and he had dandruff. I guess I already knew that when his voice suddenly cracked and began to sound deep on the week of his 13th birthday. Yes, my dear boy was slowly turning into a young man.

Reggie started using Nizoral and we switched to Elocom lotion. I looked forward to applying the lotion on his scalp every night and striking up short conversations with him. Him – my teen-ager who barely talked to me anymore. He had become so independent and yet there he was relying on me to apply cream on his dry scalp. It may be an unglamorous way of bonding with him, but I’d take it. After a few weeks of treatment, the seborrhea was gone.

Once in a while, I would run my fingers through his hair and check if the seborrhea had come back. It hasn’t ever since. I talk to my boys regularly. I always have. And although I get more responses from his brothers, Reggie has begun to open up more than he did before.

This post was originally written in July 2004.


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11 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Senor Enrique  |  March 23, 2006 at 7:05 pm

    Your son’s reserved demeanor is the quintessential image of cool amongst jazz artists 🙂

    Speaking of hair care, I used to get crazy with Body Shop and Casswell & Massey products until I rediscovered our local virgin coconut oil — works wonders for me.

  • 2. Toe  |  March 23, 2006 at 10:01 pm

    I love the part when you were applying cream to his head… makes me sigh. Haaaay! Like Senor Enrique, I also use virgin coconut oil on my head and body. 🙂

  • 3. niceheart  |  March 23, 2006 at 11:16 pm

    Regarding jazz artists’ demeanor, is it so, Eric?

    Now, if both you and Toe use virgin coconut oil, I’m intrigued. Better get myself some of that.

  • 4. TK  |  March 24, 2006 at 6:06 am

    VCO. Hmm. I heard it’s becoming our country’s most sought after export. they say it’s going to save the copra industry here in the Philippines.

  • 5. Senor Enrique  |  March 24, 2006 at 11:54 am

    Yes, jazz artists are often quiet and cerebral, and sometimes mistaken as aloof (but they’re not). They’re just chasing some music inside their head; once caught,they take it to unknown territories (music-wise, that is). That’s why it’s jazz.

    I’m surprised you haven’t tried VCO, yet. BTW, better have a bottle handy, because they’re great against pimples and some skin rashes, too. The boys will love you for that!

  • 6. niceheart  |  March 25, 2006 at 10:16 pm

    I’m going to find out if it is sold here. 🙂

  • 7. Abaniko  |  March 25, 2006 at 11:11 pm

    I tried Nizoral before and it’s effective. So far, my dandruff hasn’t come back.

  • 8. Sidney  |  March 26, 2006 at 1:15 am

    I never knew about the benefits of Virgin Coconut Oil until a copra dealer in Quezon city invited me for a lecture in his house. I was busy taking pictures and he thought I was a journalist. He wanted me to spread the word. Virgin Coconut Oil is good for almost everything. You can just take a spoon of VCO everyday and a lot of sicknesses will go away.
    Nice guy, he gave me two free bottles because I listened to his story 🙂

    It is not easy to connect with your chidren aged 15 till 18. They have their own world and they are ashamed to share it with their parents. I don’t think this is worysome. Just another stage before they become adults.

  • 9. niceheart  |  March 26, 2006 at 2:12 pm

    Yup, Abaniko. Nizoral is effective. My son has been dandruff-free eversince.

    Thanks, Sidney, for saying that about kids his age. I’ve also been told about that by other parents. I’m looking forward to that stage when he can come and open up to me.

  • 10. bingskee  |  March 28, 2006 at 7:39 am

    Nizoral is effective. VCO is not – for my hubby. i guess it depends on the scalp.

    so sweet of you to be so concerned of your growing boy..

  • 11. niceheart  |  March 28, 2006 at 11:18 pm

    Thanks, Bing.


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