I was already out by then and had that ragazine handed to me in a completely lame attempt to remind me of the wonderful sacrifice I had made in order to spark my dead faith.
As you can imagine, I felt sick and outrage instead of "ooooh, I wanna be one of those dead children...lemme come back right away..." (I mean, WTH kind of incentive is that?)
In the 70s and 80s there was little action on the part of Child Protective Services and its mandated reporters in regards to medical neglect for religious reasons, in my neck of the woods. That started to change in the late 90s or after. 1994, can't say.
That doesn't exactly answer your question, but that's all I got.