Raising the Dead: A Doctor Encounters the Miraculous

Raising the Dead: A Doctor Encounters the Miraculous

by Chauncey W. Crandall


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On October 20, 2006, a middle-aged auto mechanic, Jeff Markin, walked into the emergency room at the Palm Beach Gardens Hospital and collapsed from a massive heart attack. Forty minutes later he was declared dead. After filling out his final report, the supervising cardiologist, Dr. Chauncey Crandall, started out of the room. "Before I crossed its threshold, however, I sensed God was telling me to turn around and pray for the patient," Crandall explained.
With that prayer and Dr. Crandall's instruction to give the man what seemed one more useless shock from the defibrillator, Jeff Markin came back to life—and remains alive and well today.
But how did a Yale-educated cardiologist whose Palm Beach practice includes some of the most powerful people in American society, including several billionaires, come to believe in supernatural healing?
The answers to these questions compose a story and a spiritual journey that transformed Chauncey Crandall.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780446557214
Publisher: FaithWords
Publication date: 03/28/2012
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 304,523
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

Dr. Chauncey W. Crandall IV is chief of the Cardiovascular Transplant Program at the Palm Beach Cardiovascular Clinic in Palm Beach Gardens and is on staff at Good Samaritan Medical Center and Jupiter Medical Center. He has lectured nationally on topics including heart transplantation, preventive cardiology, healing, and cardiology health care of the elderly. He is the author of a new health and wellness newsletter from Newsmax.com.

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Raising the Dead

A Doctor Encounters the Miraculous
By Crandall, Chauncey W.


Copyright © 2010 Crandall, Chauncey W.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446557207


“Shock Him One More Time”—Raising the Dead

On October 20, 2006, a heavyset fifty-three-year-old man with red hair walked through the entrance of the emergency room at the Palm Beach Gardens Hospital and approached the admissions desk. Earlier that morning, suffering from an upset stomach and sweat-inducing anxiety, he had called a fellow mechanic to tell him he’d be late to work and headed for the ER. On the way he began experiencing chest pain and shortness of breath. A big, powerful guy, he had a hawkish look, his eyes keen and watchful. But as he told the nurse his name, Jeff Markin, and described his symptoms, he looked as if he were about to become the prey of a descending terror: his eyes bulged and he began breathing more quickly through a half-opened mouth.

He fumbled out his wallet to retrieve his insurance ID card, then collapsed in a heap, his head smacking the linoleum floor. The female security guard rushed over and cradled him, praying for his life, while the nurse at the reception desk summoned emergency personnel, who came running.

I was in another part of the hospital, the operating room wing, where I had what we call a “runway” of patients prepped for angioplasties, stent insertions, heart catheterizations, intra-aortic balloon pumps, and pacemakers. Each patient had a family waiting to know the outcome and their loved one’s prognosis. So when I heard over the hospital intercom “Code blue,” which indicated a cardiopulmonary emergency, and my name being called—“Dr. Chauncey Crandall… Dr. Chauncey Crandall… Please report immediately”—I was not eager to head for the ER. As the senior cardiologist on duty, my job is to ensure that the emergency room physician and his team have done everything possible on the patient’s behalf and make a final assessment of the case. When I was younger, I used to run to such emergencies, but now, in middle age and with more trust in my colleagues, I walk. To tell the truth, I was hoping the case would be resolved by the time I arrived, even if that meant the worst.

When I arrived, the emergency room where the code team was treating Jeff looked like a war zone. The physician on duty had pulled in all available personnel. The patient’s blood work for the standard Toponin I test had been run to the lab, although there was little doubt from the electrocardiogram results that he had suffered an acute myocardial infarction—a massive heart attack. Nurses ran two IV lines, administering standard drugs—ASA (aspirin), heparin, a beta-blocker, and thrombolytics to dissolve clots. Jeff was bagged to get some oxygen into his lungs, but when that didn’t work he was quickly intubated and hooked up to a ventilator, and a nasogastric tube was inserted to clear his stomach of air and secretions. The ER physician ordered atropine and epinephrine injected to aid the beating of the patient’s heart. In Jeff’s case, ventricular fibrillation—the irregular beating of his heart at hyperspeed—was quickly followed by cardiac arrest; he flatlined.

The ECG electrodes on the patient’s upper torso were cleared so that he could be shocked with the defibrillator—the paddles everyone’s seen on television. “Clear!” Wham! The shock was so intense it caused Jeff’s body to jump above the stretcher. By the time I arrived, the team had shocked the patient six times, and I watched them administer the seventh. The doctors and nurses had already been working on the patient for nearly forty minutes. I noticed that his head, especially his lips, and his fingers and toes were cyanotic—black with death from lack of oxygen. When cyanosis appears, there’s little hope. His arms lolled at either side of the examination table; his pupils were dilated and fixed; he had been down for too long. The ER physician asked me for my assessment, looking for confirmation of what everyone in that room already knew.

Once I arrived on the scene, I had begun to root for the patient and the heroic fight the ER team was waging for his life. But the appropriate conclusion was unavoidable: it was time to call the Code on the patient, declaring the time of his death, according to advanced cardiac life support (ACLS) protocol. Jeff Markin was officially declared dead at 8:05 a.m.

Once the Code was ended, the doctors and nurses in the room left quickly. No one likes to hang around death—the sight and smell are repulsive. I still had to write up my final assessment, which I did on a small table at one side of the room. Only one nurse remained, who was in charge of preparing the body for his family to see and processing by the morgue. She removed the tubes from his throat and the IVs from his arms, then began sponging off the yellow stains of antiseptic and traces of blood.

With my report complete, I headed toward the door and back to my runway of patients. Before I crossed its threshold, however, I sensed God was telling me to turn around and pray for that man. This seemed foolish—an idle thought caused by the stress of the situation or even mischievous influence. But then my sense of God telling me this occurred a second time and more forcefully. But what would I pray? And to what purpose? I did not know this man, and, frankly, I felt embarrassed by the impulse to pray for him. But I knew that when I had ignored such impulses in the past I never felt at peace afterward.

I stood beside the body, and although the words I said came through me, I had no sense of devising them. It was more as if I were God’s intercom, relaying a “divine code.” “Father God,” I said, under my breath, “I cry out for this man’s soul. If he does not know You as his Lord and Savior, raise him from the dead now, in Jesus’ name.”

The nurse gave me a look that said, You are weird!

Then something happened that was truly weird. Of its own accord my right arm shot up as if to catch a gift from above, in a gesture of prayer and praise. I didn’t feel much of anything, and yet I knew that God had entered the scene in a surprising way.

At that moment, the ER doctor walked back into the room, and I pointed to the patient and said, “Shock this man one more time.”

“Dr. Crandall,” he said in disbelief, “I can’t shock the patient one more time. I’ve shocked him again and again. He’s dead.”

“Please, for me,” I said, “shock him one more time.”

He looked at me, puzzled, as if he might need to call in a psychiatrist. But, thinking it best to humor me first, he did as I asked.


Blip… blip… blip. The remaining ECG leads registered a heartbeat. A perfect heartbeat! About seventy-five of them a minute, in a perfectly normal rhythm. In my more than twenty years as a cardiologist, I have never seen a heartbeat restored so completely and suddenly—a heart that restarts usually beats irregularly if not erratically before it settles into a normal rhythm.

I looked at Jeff Markin. His abdomen started to tremble and move and then his chest started to rise and fall. He was breathing on his own! Then his black, cyanotic fingers twitched. Next his toes. In almost no time he was mumbling.

The nurse screamed—a long, piercing wail right out of the movies. “Doctor,” she asked, “what have you done? What are we supposed to do?” She was not only terrified but angry, her face red and blotchy. This was not a miracle to her, as I found out later, but more like the creation of Frankenstein. She couldn’t be expected to handle a situation like this. What was she to do?

“Let’s get him into ICU,” I said. “Immediately. Now!


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Raising the Dead 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing story and journey we get to read about one man's faith. It keeps your interest from the very beginning, he is a really good writer and is able to put the science and faith for those who are more skeptic. He's honest to say he was skeptic at times too. Don't miss out on this great book! Share with your friends and family, saved and non-saved. It can change your life and your faith.
AMona More than 1 year ago
If you don't believe in miracles, then you will after you read this book. Love it love it love!!! I have cried, I have praised God and it has changed things in how I see life and the role God plays in mine. I recommend this to everyone who feels there is no hope in their lives, this will give you hope.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Easy read. If you weren't a believer before reading this book, how could you not be afterwards!
Robin Grow More than 1 year ago
I could hardly put this book down. It has challenged my faith to a new level of commitment. I would reccomend this book to anyone, awesome true life story.
tamelamaxim More than 1 year ago
Read this if you already believe in miracles and especially if you don't believe!
Stevenkat27 More than 1 year ago
We've heard of stories in the past of people on the brink of death or who are medically pronounced dead, returning and coming back to life. This novel, Raising the Dead by Chauncey W. Crandall IV, MD, is a twist on that very premise. The difference in this story is that Dr. Crandall is a Christian and this is his story of the many times as a cardiologist that he has personally witnessed miracles taking place within his OR and in the various places he has practiced that God has personally shown him, his mission in this life. God has shown Dr. Crandall that even times in the Old and New Testament where people are healed and even raised from the dead, are possible even today. As Dr. Crandall searches for the true while still being a doctor, God has revealed to him that his mission is to save those very lives in his care while they still have a chance to come to know him. There are countless miracles described in detail and the effect that they have had on both Dr. Crandall and the very people who witnessed them as well, technicians, nurses, family members and even the patient themselves who are given a second chance through their encounter with Dr. Crandall. During this amazing journey, we are taken on a personal one of faith in both the spiritual and physical worlds and see first hand the battle being waged behind the scenes as Dr. Crandall fights to save his own son from dying. I received this book, compliments of Faith Words, a division of Hachette Book Groups for my honest review. This book has recommitted my personal ministry to follow God instead of waiting for God to provide me with another challenge, God has challenged me to do what I can with what He has already provided for me. There is no need to look further. I have no doubt in my mind what so ever that what Dr. Crandall has experienced is divinely inspired and led. I would rate this book a perfect 5 out of 5 stars. It would make the perfect gift for those still undecided of their eternal fate and the choice that we all face in facing our own deaths. Where will you chose to spend yours?
kittycrochettwo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Raising The Dead is one of those rare books that touches your very soul, it reminded me of the power of prayer, and that if its in God's will that people can be healed thru that prayer. The day God spoke to Dr. Crandall in the E.R. compelling him to pray for a man who had been pronounced dead, God told him to give the man one more chance.The miracle that occurs when Dr. Chauncey obeyed God is astounding, the man that was dead came back to life! Dr. Crandall was a Christian but he really began to question what he really believed when his son was diagnosed with Leukemia. The Dr. takes us along on his spiritual quest, allowing us to witness thru his eyes the power of prayer and the miracle of healing. The stories that he shares are so amazing and inspiring you will be blessed just by reading about them. The fact that he questions He takes the knowledge he finds and puts it to work in his medical practice, praying for the patient as well as treating them medically. It was amazing to read Dr. Crandall's story watching him accept the power of healing and allow God to work thru him . This is one of those books you wont be able to put down. A must read for anyone needing a little hope or inspiration.
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Great book! Love is here and the power is with you.
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Ilianette Montanez More than 1 year ago
This book is a very well written testimony capable of preaching to the biggest sceptic. It will cause anyone to push there faith and be moved. It is filled with hope and I absolutely loved it :)
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This is a very well written and riveting book. I read it all at one sitting. For all his education, he comes off as a regular, flesh and blood person. It's almost as if you can hear his heart throughout the book. I recommend this book to anyone.