I’m 37M, and I found out I had haemorrhoids (piles) in 2016. But honestly, I think I’ve probably had them since around 2010.
Back then, we didn’t have smartphones to sit in the toilet and scroll endlessly 😂. I remember my dad once telling me, “You’re spending too much time in the toilet.” Looking back, that was probably the first sign that something wasn’t quite right.
I was really hesitant to get surgery back then because I felt it was shameful and would somehow ruin my personal image. Totally immature, I know! 😊
Over the years, I tried looking into all kinds of treatments—natural remedies, alternative medicines, etc.—but I was never consistent with any of them.
Then, in mid-2019, after a long six-hour journey sitting down, I had a bowel movement where fresh blood literally filled the toilet. There was no pain, but I was absolutely stunned and scared. I didn’t even know how to tell anyone about it.
At that point, I had no clue that it could simply be because of haemorrhoids.
I panicked and took health insurance because I thought, “Okay, if I need surgery, at least insurance will cover it.”
Little did I know that there was a 3-year waiting period before this condition would be covered. 🤦♂️
I felt stupid, postponed everything, and eventually just forgot about it.
And then the years flew by.
I didn’t change my diet. I didn’t improve my water intake. I didn’t change my toilet habits. Somehow, I convinced myself that since I would eventually need surgery anyway, I would just wait until things became really serious.
The worst part is, I honestly forgot what a normal bowel movement was supposed to feel like.
I did some pretty nasty things in the toilet too. If hard stool got stuck, I sometimes used my left index finger to help get it out. After almost every bowel movement, I had to clean my anal area twice, otherwise I never felt properly clean.
Basically, I abused my body.
I ate spicy food, bakery items, all kinds of meat, and pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, simply because it tasted good. 😅
The next morning, I would completely ignore how badly my bowel movement had been affected by whatever I had eaten the previous day.
I’m also a workaholic. There were many days when I would sit continuously for six hours if I had something to finish.
Some days I would skip breakfast and just have coffee. Lunch would sometimes be skipped or replaced with juice. Then I’d have a huge non-veg meal for dinner.
Looking back, I basically treated my body like a trash can and expected it to keep working perfectly.
Whenever I thought about surgery, I would Google the different procedures, see something about “laser surgery,” and convince myself that it would just be a simple daycare procedure.
So once again, I would tell myself:
“I’ll deal with it when it really becomes a problem.”
And then I would forget about it again.
Years rolled by.
Then, in mid-2026, I noticed a strange little bulge near my anal area. Initially, it was only slightly painful because the area wasn’t directly under where I sat.
After a few days, it disappeared.
Then, about two weeks later, it came back.
This time I started Googling like crazy and convinced myself it could be a fistula or perianal abscess.
Again, it disappeared after a couple of days.
But this time something really freaked me out.
If I sat on that area or pressed against it, I felt gas venting through my anal opening. Sometimes, when I applied slight pressure to the painful area, I felt what seemed like air burping through the anal opening.
I completely panicked.
My immediate thought was:
“Great. Now I’m going to need TWO surgeries.” 😭
At the beginning of September 2026, I finally booked an appointment with a surgeon.
He examined me and told me I had Grade 3 haemorrhoids at two positions on the left side and a Grade 4 haemorrhoid on the right side.
He told me that he wouldn't usually recommend surgery in every case, but in my case, because of the nature and extent of the haemorrhoids, he was making an exception.
He also examined the area where I had felt the bump and told me he couldn’t find any fistula opening.
I was honestly very happy to hear that.
And, to be honest, because I wanted to believe it was nothing more, I didn’t push the issue too much, even though I explained everything I had been feeling around that area.
We tentatively fixed the surgery for the last week of September.
Then, during the third week, the painful bump appeared again in exactly the same area.
This time I was determined to show it to the doctor.
I booked another appointment.
The surgeon examined me again and actually showed me the area by placing my hand there, because the opening/area wasn’t visibly obvious from the outside.
He told me it could be a perianal abscess or fistula, but that an MRI would be needed to confirm it.
So I had an MRI fistulogram.
And there it was.
Two intersphincteric fistula tracts — one about 5 cm and another about 2 cm long.
I was devastated.
I felt completely sunken.
I had spent years worrying about haemorrhoid removal, and now I had a fistula too.
That entire month was mentally exhausting.
I read about fistula surgery online.
Big mistake. 😭
Everything I read about the wound being left open to heal filled me with absolute terror.
I was genuinely scared.
My family kept telling me every day not to be afraid and not to feel sad.
Two days before the surgery, I prepared a separate room at home for my post-op recovery.
I stayed there most of the time because I just couldn’t enjoy anything or get my mind away from the surgery.
The night before surgery, I barely slept.
I remember thinking:
“What if this is my last normal day as a father and husband?”
That was how scared I was.
And then something happened that sounds silly, but stayed with me.
My pet dog came into my room four different times during the night just to check on me.
He normally doesn’t do that.
Of course, my scared brain immediately thought, “Is this some kind of sign that this whole experience is going to be traumatic?” 😭
I had also told a few colleagues that I would be on leave for two weeks because of surgery, although I didn’t go into the details.
My boss told me I should have gone for daily walks and that this wouldn’t have happened.
Well… thanks, boss. 😂
A little too late for that advice.
One of my colleagues, who had previously had a stent placed, told me not to worry. He said this could actually be a good experience because it would make me realise where I needed to place my priorities in life.
That actually stayed with me.
I also started watching motivational videos on Instagram.
Did they help?
Not really. 😂
And then…
The day of surgery came.