The news that Christopher Hitchens has cancer is...well, depressing. I've not always agreed with him (especially in recent years), but I've always been an admirer of his writing ('always' in my case means since the period I became more-or-less politically aware, i.e., the late 80s).
Even when I've disagreed with his point, he's made me confront and think more clearly about the reasons why. And there was a brief period in the late 90s when we got to be on a first-name basis, and a friend and I enjoyed a memorable evening of warm hospitality at his home in Washington, DC.
Ever since, I've looked askance at those personal attacks that have dismissed him as a washed-up drunk.
No doubt, there'll be more than a little Schadenfreude among the Hitch-haters out there.
But I wish him (and his family) well.