I never got a call, a card, a vist during the years I was struggling with depression and anxiety and would miss meetings, though I struggled to get to the ones I could. When I purposely stopped going, my folks "sicced" the elders on me and they thought the elders (actually, elder) who called was so loving to reach out to me in my "time of need".
A friend of mine knows a sister who was struggling financially to take care of medical bills. A brother suggested that, since the congregation had a few thousand just sitting in the bank, they might be able to help her. After the brothers talk, she gets a call from one of them saying she won't get a dime of the congregation's money. When she told him she'd be driven to using a local church's soup kitchen, he told her to by all means do so. That was the last straw for my friend and that's when he quit going to meetings.