KELLY CANCER KRONIKLES. Cos so many of you kindly asked for an update... My treatment has most definitely NOT gone to plan. SEVEN hospitalisations have turned an already tough journey into a messy stagger. I spent last week in the Intensive Care Unit. Scary stuff..

Onwards...

As always, I thank you all for your support. Especially from bands I haven't worked with for years. Members of Dexys, the Waterboys, The Fall, Primal Scream, The Loft, The Coral and the mighty Manics, among others, have all wished me luck. Note; only great bands; I'm humbled.

I have to say this, cos it's true. The ICU nurses - half locals, half from the south Indian seaside state of Kerala - are amazing. Their diligence, compassion and humour pulled me through. I have a list of their names; I will never forget them.

One medic commented that I've "the constitution of an ox." Which made me feel very sad for an ox, alone and weedy in a field somewhere, with MY constitution...

Some of this is just terrible luck. The syndrome that had me in ICU is SO rare that nobody in ireland is an expert. My tests were sent to LONDON. Several brain scans, multiple infusions and a lumbar puncture later, I'm a bit "better". Maybe even going home (again) today..

"... a working class hero is something to be..."

Tuchel.

Kelly cancer kronikles. At the risk of causing you all compassion-fatigue, I've spent the last 8 days in hospital, once AGAIN dancing with Mr D. Another horrible, unpredicted, bump in the road. Much better today: first food for a week. I live to fight another day... ✊️💊

RIP David Hockney. Farewell, genius.

Now I'm home again. Weak as a kitten, but grateful again for all of your support. I've got a long road ahead, recovering from multiple downturns, to be ready for my next op. But I am, apparently, not alone... (made that sculpture from those ECG terminals, and the visitors chair)

Internal bleeding from the shrinking tumour, and from a pair of previous unknown ulcers. Luckily that night, BOTH of Ireland's best gut surgeons were on duty. They stopped the bleeding. Couple of days ago, a nurse described their intervention as "life and death". I am lucky.

I've done the four blasts of chemo. Each one has been followed by a hospitalisation with side-effects, and worse. After the last chemo, 3 weeks ago, I began to feel worse and worse. Passing in and out of consciousness. A&E in Dublin. They stuck a camera down my throat...i

Kelly cancer communiqué. First off, forgive me for the month-long radio silence. I've not been jn great shape. I'll explain all here; not for drama, or sympathy, but cos I said from the start I'd be honest. And, yes, I've bought a blue tick; so much things to say right now...

Thank you. I love that record, espesh on that label!

🤣🤣🤣 🤣🤣🤣 Oh gawd. That 80s "sound". Works brilliantly for Electro, early hip hop. Songs, not so much. One Man's Opinion (tm Philip Roth)

The Heptones is the wrong version, Studio 1 rather than the Pablo on the tape. Still brill, tho.