BEP Cycle 3 Day 21

Monday 5 August 2019

As it was the last day of cycle 3 (and indeed the last day of my entire chemo schedule!), I had hoped that I would have been feeling as good and active as on the last days of cycles 1 & 2. However, I was actually very tired and had some feelings of sickness as well. I’d woken quite early and couldn’t get back to sleep which didn’t help. I ended up staying in bed for most of the day and napped a fair amount.

So the last day of my nine weeks of chemo was not that exciting, but it was great to have the girls back from Finland and spend some time with them, and Pia made some excellent roast potatoes for lunch (home grown potatoes) and a really good mushroom risotto for dinner.

Cycle 3 had been much tougher than cycles 1 & 2. Side effects had tended to be stronger and I had a lot more tiredness and sickness. I was very glad that I didn’t have to start another cycle and hoped that all the drugs I’d loaded into my system over the past couple of months were having the desired effect.

Here’s a quick recap of what I’d experienced during cycle 3:
– Tiredness was more intense and more common than in previous cycles and I’d been sleeping a lot more
– Headaches were still occasional, but stronger than previously
– Feelings of sickness had become regular and I’d been taking Metoclopramide for it most days
– I’d had some proper nausea this cycle, though I’d not vomited at any point
– Bouts of tinnitus had been longer and stronger, but didn’t cause me any real bother
– I had a slightly raised temperature after having Bleomycin on day 9, which I’d also experienced in the two previous cycles, but my temperature didn’t exceed 38C
– As per cycles 1 & 2, I lost my voice a little a couple of days after my inpatient stay, but it was not as obvious as on cycle 1
– The heavy feeling in my chest had gotten worse, but I was still able to breathe normally
– The cough I’d developed during cycle 2 had gotten progressively worse and I was struggling to get through anything more than a short sentence without having to cough
– The nerve-like pain in the back of my right forearm and wrist disappeared after my PICC line was removed
– I’d not had any further discomfort in my right upper arm, so I imagined that the blood thinning injections must have been doing their job. The downside of the injections was that they were less comfortable to administer than the Filgrastim shots, and I was getting a very bruised, swollen and lumpy belly.
– The stinging in my urethra had continued unabated and felt quite bad more frequently. I was trying not to let it bother me, but it was not exactly easy to ignore.
– My eyebrows had been gradually thinning out and although I’d not lost them, it was clear towards the end of cycle 3 that they were nothing like the dark bushy brows that I usually had. Likewise my eye lashes had thinned out significantly and there were some gaps of up to around 6 mm between some individual lashes.
– The nails on my thumbs, index and middle fingers were noticeably discoloured and ridged. It was sore to press on or pull with the finger tips, so there were a number of simple tasks like opening tub lids which became difficult. The finger tips were not numb or tingling though, which is what some people experience towards the end of a BEP chemo schedule.
– I’d had some unusual and sudden chest pain which I didn’t know the cause of
– I’d found it increasingly more difficult to be out in the sun on hot days. Even being in a car when it was hot outside was quickly tiring and uncomfortable.

Cycle 3 had been rough and I was glad to have gotten through it. With my full chemo schedule now over, I was ready to start rebuilding and repairing. It was great to be at this point. I didn’t know how long it would take to start feeling normal again, but I’d take each day as it comes.

BEP Cycle 3 Day 18

Friday 2 August 2019

I woke early and tried to get back to sleep for a long time, but it wasn’t happening, so I got up a bit before seven. I gave my right ear a scratch and noticed that it didn’t give me any nerve pain in the back of my forearm, so the pain I had been getting was very likely something to do with the PICC line. I tried to replicate the pain, but now that my line had been removed, I found that I just couldn’t do it. So that was nice and went some way to answering where the pain had come from in the first place.

I also noticed that in addition to it being difficult to use my left thumb, index and middle finger tips, I was also finding it difficult to use those on the right. I would feel pain when pressing on or pulling with the finger tips. The nails on the right had become discoloured, but not quite so severely as those on the left.

I went upstairs around 9 am and spoke to one of the girls, who called us from Finland. After a few minutes I realised how tired I was and had to lie down, leaving Pia to continue the conversation. I ended up sleeping for two hours.

Pia and I had a wander into town during the afternoon. I was pretty exhausted by the time we got home. After having a rest, I managed to get a few bits and pieces done, then made some dinner. I was even more worn out after this. We settled down to eat on the sofa while watching an old Hitchcock film after which I was more than ready to sleep.

The chemo may have been over, but the tiredness was certainly still around.

BEP Cycle 3 Day 17

Thursday 1 August 2019

I was feeling good when I got up. I took it fairly easy during the morning, spending time writing the blog and speaking to my mum on the phone. We headed out just after 1 pm. We dropped by a local shop to buy some chicken feed, but unfortunately that was closed when we got there, so we continued on to Bristol.

It was a nice day out. We arrived at the hospital a little early, so we first visited the pharmacy to collect my prescription from the day before: sixty injections of Clexane that would keep me going for a month. I was hoping that my consultant would let me stop the injections early, but I didn’t know yet if that would be the case. I’d ask at my next appointment in a week’s time.

We walked up to the TYA day chemo unit and just had to wait a few minutes for the nurse to be ready for me. When she was ready, I sat down and she explained what she was going to do.

My PICC line undressed. The line is running through the orange clip and the clip is embedded in my arm with two metal hooks.

She removed the dressing from my line. Then she took the cap off of the orange clip.

The line removed, clip remaining

With the clip free of its cap, the line could then be smoothly pulled out of the vein. This caused quite a funny sensation in my arm, not uncomfortable, but amusing. It was interesting to see just how long a piece of plastic had been occupying my vein.

Cutting the clip into two pieces

After that, the clip was cut in half lengthways. Each half of the clip had one hook embedded in my arm. The idea then was to twist each half of the clip in such a way that its hook would manoeuvre itself comfortably out of my arm. However, that was easier said than done. The nurse tried several approaches, but the hooks were not coming. She said that the hooks can sometimes become tangled (with each other) and she was a little concerned about trying to force them out in case she did me any damage. In the end, she called on one of the PICC team to help, the same person who had put my line in almost two months earlier. After a good look, she pressed down with some gauze pads on the site of the hooks and then yanked them out one after the other. They came quite easily using that method and only caused a small moment of pain, a bit like ripping off a plaster.

The metal hooks which had held the clip in place

The amount of bleeding from the wound was very small, but I was to keep a dressing on it for a couple of days. I was also told not to use my arm in any vigorous way for a few days, not to swing it around or lift anything heavy while the wound was healing.

Treatment over and line out, it felt good to be finishing my chemo schedule

It was a great feeling to have the line out, even better than when I’d finished my last chemo session the day before. I felt so liberated, which was elating! I knew I would still have the chemo drugs in my system for a while and that I had a lot of recovery to get through, but having the PICC line out made the treatment feel somewhat complete.

We drove home and I set about preparing some dinner while Pia planted some seedlings in the garden. I made another jackfruit dish, this time with a more spicy sauce. We ate it with spiralised courgette from the garden. It turned out very nice, so I’ll have to make it again.

Pia went out to a yoga class in the evening. I wrote bit more of the blog and then walked to meet her after the class. When we got home I was very tired. I tidied up the kitchen a bit and then went to bed, falling asleep straight away. It had been an exciting day and a wonderful experience to be at the end of my treatment.

BEP Cycle 3 Day 16

Wednesday 31 July 2019

I was feeling quite good on waking, but still felt that I needed to take an anti-sickness tablet, so I had a dose of Metoclopramide. This afternoon was to be my final day of chemotherapy treatment, one last dose of Bleomycin. My PICC line was also due to be taken out following the chemo, which I was very pleased about. Although it had been a convenience during treatment, it was a bit of an obstacle at times, had given me a blood clot for which I had to take uncomfortable injections twice a day, and I would be glad to be rid of it.

I spent most of the morning writing in my diary and doing a few other bits and pieces. I also spoke to my sister for a while on the phone. At some point during the morning, I was sitting in the front room and Pia came rushing downstairs as she’d heard a frantic clucking in the back garden. She ran to the back door and I went to the front. When I opened it, I saw a guilty looking ginger cat on the driveway, next to the path at the side of the house. The cat quickly cleared off once it saw me and I went out onto the street to see if Lucy had been chased there. I walked up and down but couldn’t see her. When I came back to the house, I went to the back garden and Lucy was there. She’d been chased from the end of the garden, over a fence and all the way up to the house where she had taken refuge on the kitchen window ledge. She was looking quite shaken, but she let me pick her up and carry her back down the garden, which is very trusting of her as she doesn’t usually like being handled. We closed all three chickens in the run for a while. As soon as we did, we could see that the ginger cat had re-emerged from one of the back corners of the garden, so we scared it off.

My chemo appointment was for 15:00, and we headed off about 13:30. The drive was pretty easy and we were there 20 minutes early, so we dropped into the M&S at the hospital’s main entrance to get something to eat (we’d had a late breakfast, but no lunch).

Happy to be getting my final chemo treatment over and done with

The treatment all went smoothly and I was all smiles, glad the be on my final day of treatment. Unfortunately, I was not able to have my PICC line removed as I was on blood thinners. There needs to be a minimum gap of twelve hours between taking anti-coagulant medication and having a PICC line removed, and I’d had my last shot of Clexane just seven hours earlier. If I had known, I’d have skipped my morning injection, but nobody had told me about this requirement. The nurse who I’d had for my first day chemo treatment, in the TYA (Teenage and Young Adult) day chemo unit, happened to be in the room and she said that she could take the line out for me the next day if I could come back around 3 pm, so we agreed to do that. Before we left, my chemo nurse also sent a prescription down to the pharmacy for me to collect another 30 days worth of Clexane injections. We decided to collect them when we returned the next day.

We stopped at the supermarket on the way home to get a couple of things. I then whipped up a fresh zhoug sauce to have with the left over falafels from the night before.

It was great to have the chemo over with, very elating. I now just couldn’t wait to have my line removed – that would make it feel more complete!

BEP Cycle 3 Day 9

Wednesday 24 July 2019

It was a very hot day, possibly the hottest of the summer so far, and I was feeling exhausted, sick and unstable – not good at all. The chemo from my latest inpatient stay had really hit me hard, much more than either of the previous cycles. I tried to sit outside a couple of times during the morning, but I didn’t last more than a minute or two in the heat before feeling quite unwell and needing to lie down in the shade.

Sitting outside in the shade, not looking too bad in the picture but actually feeling pretty horrendous

One thing that sometimes helps with the feeling of sickness is eating something solid. As on many other mornings, Pia made me some porridge with organic berries and coconut milk, and that helped to settle my stomach a bit, for a little while at least.

I had an appointment for day chemo in the afternoon. Since my drug schedule had recently been messed up, having been a day behind my appointment schedule last week, I wanted to ensure that my Bleomycin for the afternoon’s session had been prepared for me before I made the trip to Bristol. My specialist nurse was off, so I couldn’t get hold of her. I tried to call the day chemo unit several times, but nobody was answering there. Eventually I spoke to someone from the chemo appointments team and they passed me onto one of the pharmacists. The pharmacist told me that I should be fine to come in for 3 pm, but she’d double check that my drugs had been prepared and would call me back if there were any issues.

I was feeling really rough and wasn’t coping too well. I really just wanted to curl up into a little ball and disappear for a while. However, I managed to take a shower, which I absolutely needed, and I got dressed.

Just before we left, I had a call from the pharmacist to say that there was actually a problem and that my drugs had not been prepared. It seemed that the dates on the drug charts in my patient notes had been updated, but this had not had the knock on effect of updating the pharmacy’s schedules accordingly. So twice now my chemo drugs had not been prepared in time for my appointments – I was glad I’d called ahead to check. Fortunately, the pharmacist said that she could have the Bleomycin prepared for me on an urgent basis, so I could still come in. If it wasn’t ready for 3 pm, it would be sometime soon after, which was fine given that it wouldn’t normally be infused until almost an hour after my appointment began.

I felt pretty awful during the car journey, worse than on any other journey we’d made during my chemotherapy. The heat didn’t help, even though we had cool air pumping through the vents. I started to feel what was probably the closest to proper nausea I’d had so far. For the first time during my chemo treatment, I felt as though I might actually have to vomit and held onto a plastic bag, just in case.

Pia dropped me off at the BHOC entrance, as I wasn’t going to be able to walk very far and we usually had to park a fair distance away. I walked up to the day chemo reception desk where I had to lean on the counter and clearly must have looked a wreck, as the receptionist had to ask how I was feeling and if I was ok. I sat in the waiting area for a few minutes, most of the time leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.

When my chemo nurse came to collect me, I told her how horrible I was feeling. As I wasn’t feeling good, she wanted to check a few things before starting any treatment. She took my blood pressure, pulse and temperature, which were all ok, and she asked me a number of questions. She also wanted to make sure that I felt capable of seeing through the day’s session before we commenced. I just wanted to get it done. I had my PICC line redressed and some blood was taken to check my full blood count. Everything on the FBC came back looking alright.

Sitting back as still as possible with my eyes closed during chemo

It was cooler inside the hospital and I started to feel a bit less unwell after being sat there for a while. After Pia arrived, having parked the car, I was hooked up to an IV pump and got started on some saline and hydrocortisone. I spent most of the next hour with my eyes closed, not quite asleep, but not far off. I just sat back as still as possible. After half an hour, I started the Bleomycin, which infuses over 30 minutes. Then I had 15 minutes more of saline, after which I was able to leave.

By this point I was feeling much improved on when I’d arrived, but still pretty poor. Fortunately it had cooled down a little outside. I waited by the hospital entrance while Pia fetched the car, then we drove home. The drive home felt a lot easier than the earlier drive to the hospital.

When we got home, I lay down in bed. I’m not sure that I actually slept, but it was close enough. I came downstairs in the evening and we ate on the sofa before going to bed.

As per day 9 of cycles 1 & 2, my temperature did rise a bit during the evening, a known side effect of Bleomycin. When I went to bed, it was about 37.5 C, having risen from closer to 36 C. It then went up to almost 38 C, but had come down again when we checked it later during the night (Pia had set alarms so that we could wake and check it every so often). Other than for waking to check my temperature, I slept quite well.

This had been the hardest day so far and I’d felt awful all day, but particularly during the trip to the hospital. I think this was all the cumulative effect of the chemo drugs in my system, really hitting me hard. I did wonder how long this would last and how much worse it could get, but it was no good dwelling on such things. I’d have to take each day as it comes.

BEP Cycle 3 Day 2

Wednesday 17 July 2019

I felt pretty decent waking up. I made a glass of citrus juice and ate a banana. I was going to call the hospital at 8:30, but they called me first to ask how soon I could come in. Given that I had a lung function test booked for 13:30, chemo wouldn’t be able to start until after that. We decided that I’d come in around midday so that they could take some blood and things, then I’d go for the lung function test.

We headed off about 10:30 and had a fairly easy drive in, except for some delay in Bristol due to an Extinction Rebellion protest blocking a busy intersection near the hospital. We found a parking space in the first place we looked, which was good. Parking is generally quite difficult around the hospital.

When I got up to the ward, I found that they had given me the same private room that I’d had in cycle 2, which was a nice surprise! The nurses got started by trying to take some blood from my PICC line, but nothing was coming. It seemed that there was a blockage in my line, so they took blood via a needle from my other arm instead. I was given a shot of fluid into my PICC line to resolve the blockage.

With a blockage in my PICC line, blood had to be taken the traditional way from my other arm

Pia and I wandered down to another part of the hospital for my lung function test. It was basically a repeat of the test I had done six weeks earlier. The physiologist said that the results looked fairly normal and quite close to those in my baseline test. I’d largely expected that, as despite having a heavy chest and a lot of coughing, I was still able to take full deep breaths without any problems.

Breathing in and out of a tube as part of the lung function test

On the way back to the ward, we stopped at the little Marks & Spencer store to get some food. Once back, I had my PICC line redressed and I was given my premeds: Akynzeo and Dexmethasone. I was also visited by one of the germ cell oncologists who I had not met before. He had a good bedside manner and was pleasant to talk to. When I mentioned to him how I could trigger the nerve pain in my right forearm by pressing on my ear, he could not think of any explanation, but he said that cisplatin can sometimes affect nerves in an unusual way.

Chemo got started around 16:30

I ended up having to wait a while for chemo to get started. I was finally hooked up around 16:30 for the usual day 1 routine:
Etoposide – 500 ml over one hour
Etoposide – 500 ml over one hour
Saline – 1000 ml over one hour
Mannitol – 400 ml over half an hour
Cisplatin – 500 ml over one hour
Electrolyte solution – 1000 ml over two hours

Pia and I watched a couple of films as the treatment got going. I was also brought some hospital dinner consisting of lentil pie, peas, carrots and potatoes. Pia left a bit after 19:00 and had a fairly easy drive home. I was feeling pretty exhausted by this point, but listened to a couple of podcasts and watched a docu-film while the treatment progressed. One of the nurses brought me my evening Clexane injection around 21:00.

As per cycles 1 & 2, I was making a lot of toilet trips and filled several bottles for the nurses to take away. I was finally detached from my IV pump shortly after 1 am and went to sleep quite easily after that.

BEP Cycle 2 Day 16

10 July 2019

It was another warm and sunny day. I was feeling much the same as the day before, quite tired but not too bad. My cough was about the same as it had been the day before. I had another day chemo session in the afternoon so we drove to Bristol after lunch.

Heading up to the day chemo unit on the fifth floor

As it was quite a hot day, the hospital was a bit stuffy and they’d had to open the windows. Some of the patients looked a bit uncomfortable. I was ok though.

My session went fairly smoothly. I had some blood taken and my PICC line redressed, then I was connected to the IV pump for just under an hour and a half.

Receiving Bleomycin via the IV pump

As usual after receiving Bleomycin, my chest felt a bit heavier on the way home and during the evening. I took it fairly easy until bed time.

BEP Cycle 2 Day 9

Wednesday 3 July 2019

Today was another day chemo day. My arm was still bothering me a lot in the morning, so I called my oncology team’s emergency number. They asked if there was any redness, or if my arm was hot or firm. There was no redness and my arm felt more soft and tender than hot or firm. They said I didn’t need to come in and see them, but that I should be sure to mention the issue to my day chemo nurse in the afternoon.

My day chemo appointment was at 14:00. I was very tired on the drive to Bristol and I wasn’t very talkative. We arrived on time and I checked in for my session. I was called in almost immediately.

I explained how I was feeling to the nurse. She had a good look at my arm and asked a number of questions. Then she got one of her colleagues to come and have a look. They were concerned that one of the veins in my forearm was popping out a bit, which could indicate too much pressure in the area. That particular vein has always stuck out a long way so I wasn’t sure that it was telling us much, but I’d been feeling that my forearm was a bit heavy and wondered if it was slightly swollen. The nurse had a quick chat with someone from the PICC team and they arranged for me to go for an ultrasound scan as soon as my chemo had finished. This would be to see whether there were any signs of blood clots in the area of the PICC line, which can easily occur.

Having the dressing on my PICC line changed

I had some blood taken and the dressing on my line was changed. My treatment then proceeded with half an hour of saline, some hydrocortisone, half an hour of Bleomycin and fifteen more minutes of saline. That all went smoothly. We then legged it down to another part of the hospital for the ultrasound.

I only waited a few minutes to be seen. The sonographer started by checking a vein in my neck, then moved into the shoulder area and continued down my right arm, along the PICC line. What they do when checking for blood clots is to press on the suspect vein in several places. A healthy vein should be able to squish flat and bounce back to its normal shape easily, whereas a vein containing a blood clot will not flatten when pressed.

The ultrasound scan started with a vein in my neck, then proceeded down my right arm, along the PICC line

At the end of the scan, I was told that there was a clear clot along the length of the line in my upper arm, which would need some attention. I headed back to the day chemo unit to let my nurse know what the outcome was. She took me upstairs to the acute chemo ward. This is where chemo patients would visit after calling the oncology emergency line, if there was an issue that needed immediate attention.

I waited a short while and then saw a doctor who asked me a number of questions and had a look at the sonographer’s report. I wasn’t sure what the remedy would be for my clot, but I half expected that my line would be removed.

Instead, I was prescribed blood thinners: two subcutaneous injections a day of the anti-coagulant medicine Clexane, of which the active ingredient is enoxaparin sodium. Like filgrastim, these were to be self-administered. I’d take the shots twelve hours apart. It wasn’t clear exactly for how long I would need to continue taking them, but the doctor indicated that three months is fairly standard. That sounded like overkill to me, but the doctor said that I’d be able to figure it out with my consultant.

I mentioned to the doctor that I was still getting fairly severe stinging when urinating. For this I gave a urine sample which was checked for infection, but none was present. I wasn’t sure whether the chemo was damaging the lining of the urethra or whether perhaps the stinging was due to the intense expulsion of toxins, but either way it seemed like something I’d just have to put up with.

The doctor sent a prescription down to the pharmacy for me. I left with a sharps bin and Pia and I headed to the collect the prescription, which contained two weeks worth of injections.

The ultrasound and visit to the acute ward and pharmacy had lengthened our stay in Bristol somewhat and it was around 20:30 when we got near home. We collected our younger daughter from a friend’s house on the way home. Then Pia headed out again to collect our older daughter from another friend’s house. I was feeling quite worn out and sick by this point and my arm was hurting. I didn’t waste much time in getting into bed.

My temperature started to rise a little in the evening, which worried me as I was so tired and didn’t fancy another emergency trip to hospital. We checked it a couple of times and it was under 38 celsius. I couldn’t stay awake any longer so let myself drift off to sleep. Later in the night we checked my temperature again and it had gone back down, so panic over.

BEP Cycle 2 Days 7-8

Monday 1 – Tuesday 2 July 2019

I hadn’t slept well after the day out at Glastonbury. I woke feeling tired and sick. Not as bad as Friday or Saturday had been, but still quite rough. It felt like I was paying for having had a nice day out on Sunday. Had I overdone it at the festival? I didn’t think so, but I was feeling pretty bad, none the less.

The girls were back at school and I hoped that they wouldn’t be too tired after a busy weekend with late nights. I spent most of the day in bed.

A new symptom started bugging me quite strongly during the day. The back of my right upper arm, around the triceps, was very sore. It felt soft and tender, as if it had been punched repeatedly. I’d had a similar feeling about three weeks earlier, so I wondered if it might be something that was cycle related. But I also wondered if it had to do with my PICC line.

At some point during the morning, we heard some intense clucking from the back end of the garden. When Pia went along to have a look, our last remaining chicken, Lucy, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed like she must have been chased over one of the fences at the back of the garden. We couldn’t see or hear her anywhere. Pia had a walk around the neighbourhood to see if she could see any traces, but there were none to be found. She posted a message on a local Facebook group to see if anyone had any information but she didn’t get any immediate responses. We hoped that Lucy might find her way home.

I felt generally a little bit better the next day, but my arm felt worse. My forearm also started to hurt a bit. It felt a little heavy. I looked at my forearms side by side to see if the right was swollen, but I couldn’t tell. I was a bit worried though.

I spent most of the day in bed again, but also sat outside for a while. I mostly wanted to be fairly still as I was uncomfortable and had a slight feeling of sickness.

It was a nice day, so I spent some time lying outside

Pia and I had planned to go to a cacao ceremony and sound bath in the evening, and I still wanted to go even though I was feeling a bit rough. It was walking distance from home, but I didn’t feel well enough to walk that far, so we drove and parked as close as we could. My arm particularly was bothering me the whole way through, but Pia and I both had a nice time.

Before bed I checked my arms again, but couldn’t be sure whether or not there was any swelling. It was really bugging me though.

BEP Cycle 2 Day 2

Wednesday 26 June 2019

After waking for the toilet at about 5:30, I wasn’t able to get back to sleep, so I did some meditation and some simple yoga sun salutations. Despite having had a short night, I was feeling reasonably good.

I had a bit of hospital porridge for breakfast and spoke to my mum on the phone for a bit. Then I managed to write a bit more of the blog. One of the nurses also came to change the dressing on my PICC line.

Pia came in at around 12:30. We hung around for a bit and then went out for a walk. We stumbled across some interesting little shops, there seem to be some great hidden gems in Bristol. We also dropped into a Pret A Manger for a bite to eat – Pia had a salad and soup, I just had some fruit and orange juice.

After getting back to the hospital I had a dose of Metoclopramide (I’d had my Dexmethasone and Omeprazole earlier in the day). I was hooked up to the IV pump about 16:00 to start the longest of my chemo sessions.

Hooked up to my IV pump for a long chemo session

Pia and I did a bit of self assessment admin, then tried to watch a video from the Human Longevity Project, but we found it a bit serious and tiring for the mood we were in. Pia left about 19:30 and had a smooth drive home. I tried to knock out a few more blog posts after she had left, but was getting weary as the evening wore on. The last bag change was at around midnight and I had Bleomycin for the final two hours. I tried to sleep a bit while that went in. The session finally finished a little after 2 am.