THE only furrow left on Gordon Peacock’s face after surgery for a pituitary tumour last month is his relieved grin.
A Townsville neurosurgeon removed the tumour through Mr Peacock’s nose in a three-hour operation with no need for stitches.
The result has been like a sea breeze after a long, sulky wet season for Gordon and his partner, Jacqui Hart.
‘‘ I am great now – 100 per cent better every day,’’ he said this week. Jacqui agreed. ‘‘ I can notice a really great difference,’’ she said.
‘‘ He slept through the V8 races on TV last Year – he could not stay awake, that was really horrible.’’
Gordon and Jacqui live in Jensen in the low-set house that he built in 1984 while a truckie.
Rain drummed on the roof of his crowded back porch as we yarned.
Six months ago, Gordon, 63, believed he had chronic fatigue syndrome, although the doctors he quizzed about his inertia during the previous 12 years never exactly said so.
‘‘ I don’t think people up here believe there is such a thing,’’ he said.
The brain-numbing tiredness that dogged him for those dozen years arrived suddenly during a crosscountry run at JCU in 1999.
A wiry long-distance runner with 16 marathons in his legs, he blamed Jacqui for feeding him rice instead of pasta the night before.
But pasta proved as useless as rice for curing his fatigue.
His lifting, carrying, reaching and ratchetting life as a motor mechanic degenerated into a daily battle against exhaustion.
‘‘ You don’t want to do anything, you have to force yourself,’’ he said.
‘‘ Your muscles are sore and aching and you get fatigued easily, but the more you can force yourself the better you get.’’
The doctors who interrogated G o r d o n i n f o l l o w i n g y e a r s suggested various causes: Ross River Virus, food poisoning and male menopause.