I've felt plenty of helplessness since November when Amy's MRI showed her brain tumor had returned. But my feelings of helplessness have gone up another notch in the last few days. Amy has gotten so weak that she can only speak in a slurred whisper, so we can't even understand what she wants. Basically, anytime she tries to speak, I give her a drink from her sippy cup. It's about the only thing I can do now. We try hard to interpret what she is saying, but usually we can't understand her, which is frustrating for all parties.