Help Devon find a US based kidney donor with blood type O+/-

Kidney failure robbed Devon of a normal life. You can help her get it back.

“Wait! Don’t!”

The nurse loomed over me in the dark, holding a pair of scissors right above my groin. She looked annoyed.

“If you can't take them off,” she huffed, “we have to cut them off.”

I strained to hear her over the CPAP mask strapped to my nose and mouth, which was loudly forcing air into my lungs. It felt like I was trapped inside a jet engine.

Take off my underwear. Okay. I wriggled around desperately, trying to lift myself up off the hospital bed.

My arms and legs barely responded. My body was heavy and distant, as if it weren't my own. I realized I was too weak to move and felt a shiver of despair.

I tried to speak, but was interrupted by a wet crackle in the bottom of my lungs. I burst into a violent coughing fit. This is what happens in catastrophic kidney failure. My lungs were filling up with fluid, and I was on my way to drowning to death.

Devon hospitalized in the ICU

At this point, my only option was emergency surgery. I'd agreed to let them insert a tube in my femoral artery (in other words, my groin) so I could receive dialysis. It would be a life-saving operation, but there was a catch...

My oxygen was low, so they couldn't use general anesthesia. I'd have to be awake for the whole thing.

A few feet away from me, on the other side of a thin yellow curtain, an old woman unleashed a guttural moan. There were a dozen high-risk patients crammed into this acute care unit with me, wailing and protesting in the dark.

God, I thought, I can't die here.

As I recovered from the coughing, I gathered my strength and tried to lift myself up one more time. My body didn't budge.

Going on dialysis had long been my worst fear. But in that moment, I knew it was time to surrender.

“Okay,” I wheezed, nodding at the nurse, “Cut them.”

The scissors glinted in the light, and I looked away.

And all this because I ate one bad piece of sushi...

Hi! I'm Devon, and I need a type O+ or O- kidney.

>> Save Devon's life: click here to apply to be a kidney donor

In April 2019, I stopped by a Trader Joe's and picked up sushi for dinner. I woke up the next day feeling sick. Within 24 hours, I was struggling to get out of bed, overcome with nausea and chills.

I eventually dragged myself to a doctor and was diagnosed with ciguatera fish poisoning. I'll never forget the sheer panic in my physician's voice after the blood test results came back. She told me to go straight to the ER.

At 31 years old, I was in kidney failure.

Devon hospitalized
Devon's hospitalization

After being admitted, I underwent 6 surgeries (including 2 dialysis access port placements), 5 blood transfusions, and had pneumonia twice. My feet also inexplicably seized up in pain. I was discharged in a wheelchair.

At home, I was in bad shape. My arms and legs would constantly get trapped under bed sheets, too weak to lift them off. I was violently nauseous over sound, smell, and light, and lost 26 pounds not being able to keep anything down. I also struggled with symptoms of PTSD, like flashbacks and nightmares.

Three times a week, my father hoisted me into a wheelchair and escorted me to a cold, dreary hemodialysis unit in the hospital's basement. There I would endure a grueling 4-hour dialysis session while he sat and waited for me.

That love is one of the best and most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced, despite the circumstances.

My life before kidney failure

Devon smiling on a boat
Devon teaching on stage

A little about me — I’m a teacher, heart and soul. I've poured my passion into creating design and technology classes, as well as bringing computer literacy to underserved communities.

The opportunity to teach others has been the gift of a lifetime. My mission is to make the magic of computing accessible to beginners. There's simply no greater thrill than seeing my students tap into their innate curiosity, surprise themselves with their own talent, and grow in unexpected ways.

I believe happiness is acceptance, and acceptance is a choice.

Devon's exit site
Peritoneal dialysis machine

>> Save Devon's life: click here to apply to be a kidney donor

I've been living with kidney failure for 2.5 years now. My current routine:

  • 10 hours/day hooked up to a peritoneal dialysis machine, with just enough tether to reach a bathroom
  • Carrying 1.5L of dialysis solution around in my abdomen when I’m not on the machine, also known as a “day dwell”
  • 9 different medications and supplements taken morning, night, and with every meal
  • Restricted diet — low in sodium, potassium, and phosphorus
  • Restricted water intake — limited to 1500mL/day (just enough not to get dehydrated)
  • Restricted food intake — as low as 685 calories/day, since I already absorb 350-515 calories in pure sugar every night during treatment
  • Giving myself shots at home to treat anemia
  • Monitoring daily weight and blood pressure readings, and regularly reviewing them with a nurse
  • Biweekly visits with a doctor, nurse, renal dietician, and social worker
  • Monthly blood draws, quarterly diagnostics, and annual transplant workup

After that, every last shred of time and energy I have left over goes to my students. It's challenging, but I'm happy to wake up alive every day.

Devon holding a disability placard

I've made a lot of progress on my recovery since 2019. 6 months after the incident, I stopped using a wheelchair and began re-learning how to walk. 18 months after the incident, I was finally able to stand up in the shower. And 24 months after the incident — this year! — I finally developed the strength to perform most basic daily tasks.

I'm proud of how far I've come, but I've hit a ceiling with my recovery.

>> Save Devon's life: click here to apply to be a kidney donor

The only way I can really get better at this point is with a kidney transplant.

In California, the kidney transplant waitlist for my blood type (O+)
is 10 years.

The outlook isn't great: 1 in 4 dialysis patients die in the first 12 months, and the average life expectancy is 5 years.

I don’t like to think about it, but a lot of people in my situation die before they have an opportunity to be transplanted.

But there’s still hope — this is where you can help!

If I find a matching kidney donor on my own, I could be transplanted
in a matter of months.

Could this be you? Here’s what I’m looking for:

  • O blood type (can be either O+ or O-)
  • Age 18–55
  • Based in the United States

Donating a kidney has a high success rate, fast recovery time, and all costs are covered by the recipient. You can live a normal, healthy life with just one kidney.

I can’t begin to describe how much it would mean to have another chance at life. I dream of being able to stand in front of a classroom and teach again. A kidney donor would make this possible for me.

>> Save Devon's life: click here to apply to be a kidney donor

If you're looking for other ways to help, I have a GoFundMe set up for medical and living expenses. I would be so grateful for your support — any contribution will make a difference for my recovery.

>> Click here to support Devon's GoFundMe

And please consider sharing my story and this website, kidneyfordevon.com. The more people we reach, the more likely we are to find a donor! It just takes one special person to get me back to living a full life.

Thank you for your support. I know I have so much more to give this world. And with your help, I'll finally have a fighting chance to do it.

Headshot of Devon smiling

With warmth and gratitude,

Devon Ko