Our battle with cancer has come to an end...

[Cylotron]

My girlfriend Roxana, who I've been making music with passed away from cancer on her 40th birthday(09/13/19). She had been battling it for almost 2 years. She always hated going to the doctor and by the time she finally did, she was diagnosed with stage IV colorectal cancer. We tried various options including alternative medicine(cannabis does not cure cancer!!).
The doctors originally only gave her 6 months to live, but she lasted a bit longer then that.

In case any of you were wondering, we had been making electronic music together under the names 'Cylotron' and 'Altern8 Frequen-C'. I will keep making music as I know it's what she wanted. This has drastically changed my life however and the only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing her again one day.

It took me a few weeks to come here and post anything. I figured now was the time. Thank you

 

[famicommander]

I'm sorry man. I wish there were something I could say to make it better.

 

[sr20det510]

I wish you peace and comfort as you grieve.

May her memories inspire you to continue making music.

 

[HornheaDD]

I'm sorry for your loss, man.

 

[rarehero]

My deepest sympathies, sir.

 

[HeavyMachineGoob]

Hard to believe you had the strength to post all that. Props man, stay strong for her.

 

[NeoSneth]

CRC at 40 is just baffling.
Thanks for coming here and sharing. Push forward where you can, and take time for yourself when you need it.
We are here for you man. I know i dropped into chat a few times when I hit some similar circumstances.

 

[titchgamer]

Cancer is a truly evil thing.
I am sorry for your loss and I hope the music you made together brings you some element of peace and joy.
Hopefully it will bring joy to many others in her memory to.

 

[LoneSage]

Take care of yourself during this rough time.

 

[Bill Kilgore]

My condolences to you, stay strong and keep rocking that music!

 

[aku]

i am very sorry for your loss! thanks for sharing and maybe this also reminds everybody here above 35+ to make a checkup at a doctor for colorectal cancer every few years.

 

[oliverclaude]

My condolences, Cylotron. Stay strong and keep composing.

 

[k'_127]

My condolences, Cylotron. So sad to loose someone at 40.

 

[Taiso]

I'm very sorry to hear about this. Thoughts and best wishes to you and yours.

 

[neo_mao]

My condolences Cylotron, so sorry to hear this

 

[theMot]

Sorry to read this. Look after yourself.

 

[c0nn0r]

Condolences brother. I wish I had some more useful words for you. Life is a beautiful and bitter-sweet thing. We all need to be thankful for our limited time on this rock hurtling through the void of space.

 

[smokehouse]

I am so very sorry for you and this massive loss in your life.

Cancer is the most terrifying thing in this world, or at least I feel this way. It strikes without warning, without prejudice, and often without reason. So many beautiful people are gone because of it...

 

[Lastblade]

Damn... condolences to you. Keep her memories alive with your music. Stay strong.

 

[BlackaneseNiNjA]

I am very sorry to hear this. My deepest condolences and prayers go out to you. Take care and keep making music.

 

[Mac91]

Sorry to hear this mate. Stay strong.

 

[Takumaji]

Man, Cylo, I am really sorry for your loss. Keep up the music making, bud, do it for an angel up there and put a smile on peoples' faces.

 

[@M]

That's terrible, especially at that relatively young age. You have my sympathies and condolences.

 

[terry.330]

Keep going the creative route in her memory brother. Music is therapy. That's more than a tough blow for everyone close to her.

 

[100proof]

My sincerest condolences.

You may have heard this before but I've found it quite helpful over the years:

"As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks."