There seriously is nothing more frustrating than piles or what we technically call
them, hemorrhoids. As a long time sufferer of this ailment from my early 20s to my
early 30s, I struggled mightily for a treatment.
When I say I was afflicted, I mean to the tenth degree and then some for good
measure. Thrombosing, clot filled vericose veins that sometimes would get so bad I
had to have at least 10 procedures through the course of ten years.
There was one procedure for my piles where the surgeon who I visited asked me "if I
wanted to wait a couple of weeks to see if this would go down"? Picture a small
balloon sticking out of your.....well you know what.
Anyway, I proceeded with the surgery regretfully and he hacked me like he was using
a 'hatchet behind his house'. It was the worst day surgery I had ever experienced and
probably never will again.
My second major surgery came with basically the same condition but my piles were on
the other side. This one was the worst I could ever imagine. Instead of a regular clot, it
had turned into two marble like clots in one vein.
To say it was hell wouldn't do me any justice! Lets just say I was on the internet back
in '2000 desperate to get a surgery done, but 'not' like the last one. This time I found a
laser doctor in Phoenix who took care of it despite having to fly half way across
America to get there and shell out thousands in the meantime.
It was a much better experience, I went swimming outside before my surgery at the
hotel, everyone was super nice, and besides the horribly painful burning sensation, I
After flying home, I swore to myself that I would never let piles rule my life again and
rehabbed that son-of-a-gun like a little baby for quite a while. My mind spun as to how
these things randomly popped up and attempted to destroy me physically but more,
Stress was the only thing I could think of and to this day, I truly believe I let all my
worries and anxiety fester near my bottom that eventually turned into piles of
However, something in my mind told me; even though I was controlling my emotions
better, that my relationship with piles still may haunt me in the future maybe because
of heredity, or that I am merely predisposed to them.
Sure as hell, my super-charged, overly vivid, and predictive mind never let me down!
This time, it was more recent despite utilizing mixable fiber as my main friend for
years to alleviate the issue.
Yes, one of my greatest foe's returned for a little visit but this time I wasn't having any
of it's surgical cures......no this time I was bound and determined to cure this myself or
at least with the help of someone elses information on piles treatment.
I came across a professional website that claimed to utterly fix my piles for
good so I literally won't have to worry about them ever again. I thought.......yeah
right! So I figured, I was desperate again and it would be a lot less than flying
to AZ or getting 'chopped up' on the day surgical table.
It's called H miracle and it became the missing secret fix to one of my life's
horrible tragedies to say the least. The h is for Holly and this angelic lady has
quite conceivably found one of the easiest and most powerful solutions I have
ever even contemplated.
It fixes piles no matter what the severity is, regardless of your current
condition with them or the length of time you've had them.
After using this solution, the third major flare up went away shortly
thereafter and I can say confidently, "I do not think I will ever have a pile
again due to this formula".
Before going in under the knife or laser, do yourself a favor and get this first.
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